red-hot coal feels cooler

…we’d rather be
out flapping snow
angels into the
light layer
of powder snow
like devils cooling
off our bodies
steam rising
from our feverish
pores
chilling our
wits
cleansing our souls
from what the radiator
emits
zephyr, gust through please
take the heat that
moves me
I’d rather be the winter
I’d rather be outdoors