Small Stone for Thursday, Jan. 5, 2012

[mrs_prufrock]

My throat is warm. My chest is warm. The back of my neck is warm. My shoulders are warm enough. The collar of my coat, the lapel of my sweater, and the end of my scarf form the wall of a nest, and if I put my face behind that wall, it is warm. My arms in their sleeves are colder. My fingers in their gloves are colder still. My legs, in tights and

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On the eve of Olde Christmas, you wrote a ghost. This is brilliant. This, too: 'The creek cries softly in its crib'