I think that I am better
in the winter, but
not for reasons you would guess
not because of Christmas
or fires or bowls of soup
and not because things are
dead or dying and the soft
remembrance of death
reminds us that we are
meant to live
but because it's finally,
blessedly cold and I can
go outside in a coat,
my good coat that I
like, damn it
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