Our furnace kicked off again last night

It starts in extraneous limbs – your heart, stomach devour warmth like sharks in bloody water – your fingers lose touch and numb. The leaves chime like glass. Newspaper stands capsized in snow. The streets are dusted and empty except the parking lot outside the heating assistance office. Breathing heat is fleeting – the inhale wet and cold. The only comfort is sun offering charitable shadows.

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