It’s so cold today I’m wearing a sweater vest
over a sweater. And it was so cold yesterday an egg froze
underneath my chicken’s butt! Plus one hen won’t go home
and now lives beneath the porch; it’s so cold she might
be dead, and if she’s not: props, sister. Tonight
the temperature will dive so low it’ll limbo underground
and after that, who knows: maybe the freeze will set
so deep into the ground the earth will send a message
to the moon that reads: that’s it, I quit, I’m comin’
over for a visit. Inside the house, one of our windowpanes
is covered in ice cuz it’s our first winter here & not everything
is sealed all nice & tight. Oh, well. Oh, hell. Maybe
we’ll shave that window ice with a razor blade and use it
for our cocktails! Maybe I’ll scoop the moonlight off
the frozen snow and add it to my hair! I’m wearing too many
sweaters to care what anyone thinks of me & my windows.
Suffice to say: winter’s landed like a bigass prehistoric bird
and I will stay as far from her beak as I’m able.
panache, perhaps 