It is gelid
In here, it’s gelid

A cold

A real real cold
After a hastened wash
In a square ceramic shack
Sweet morning of harmattan
It’s catching me

This cold

This real real cold
It is gelid
My teeth grit
My bones shudder
It’s catching me!
I want to catch it back

Alack!

It has no form
This cold
Has no form!

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  • December 22, 2021