Winter

I feel a frigid presence around my life
Three-Dog Night apathy to which I face with strife
Icicles sharpen and make a knife
Which stabs me
Frigid
Numbing
Gelid

It feels like
The onychectomy.
The toenail removed.
So frozen with lidocaine.
Blood throbs as
Sensation—
Excruciation!—
Grows back
Like a skink's tail.

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