3. "I re-sew all the buttons on my coat
even if they aren't loose
and for once, I'm not afraid.
My limbs freeze inward
and not even the sodium streaked sidewalks
conquer the way I do.
I am sweltering
and you are not the source.
I breathe you out like a cupped kiss
now fluttering somewhere between Unsure and Unwilling.
I take my time
because I realize now, it is mine.
Foreheads to the ground
Iced branches tilted downward
And not a penny out of pocket.
Everything bows down to winter.
Not I. "