winter’s slice

Took the dog out to piss.

While he checked for olfactory messages left by those who had pissed before him,

icy water seeped into my fuzzy slippers and tugged at the hems of my cotton pajama bottoms.

With total disregard for my comfort or convenience,

the cold front had moved in

on a bitter slash of rain.

NYE 2017

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