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jordan fry

Out in the Cold


snow here, but not in buffalo
where its real bad, this time
of year. and my cat watches

the sky for some flicker
of whiteness to come, down,
onto her fur, melting, cool;

fireplace, natural gas, cleaner
but not like the icicles hanging
from the eavesdrop, shinning.

sleeping, covered in snow,
cough that wont go away

when the night creeps
and crawls, and scratches
and the only heat;

artificial burn, forever
nice to live in such
completeness.