on cold.

Remember the winter we spent on Magnolia trying to thaw out? It never quite got warm enough but for brief lapses of time with the onset of sleep. Every waking moment we spent huddled together watching breath make reckless statements, counting splinters in our fingers from the wood we should have stacked, bare and chapped backs pleading with the fire daring contact. To fit the form of you I lay with my breasts to your back and we would curl limbs to meet at the base of the space heater. Layered socks for sleeping, we spent lifetimes under an electric blanket and tried in vain to chip the ice from our bones.

You- you must remember the cold, the constant gnawing, and the faint reminder that maybe we would never warm up again.