sitting on the cold vent in the entryway reminds me
of sitting in the bathtub long after the water has drained
feeling my arms, my legs, my stomach, go cold
and wondering what would happen if i just sat there
would i die of hypothermia?
right there, in the tub, my joints stiff, my muscles unable to move, my lungs frozen?
or would one of my parents come in, break the illusion of freezing, break the thoughts
of simply turning into a block of ice right there?
on the bathroom floor?
and sitting on the cold vent in the entryway reminds me
of going outside in jeans and a tee-shirt when it was far too cold
telling everyone i could handle the cold
like that would convince me that i could
watching my arms go red was always enjoyable to me
though i didn't much care for the burning that always happened once i warmed up
and when giving my coat to my friend is the least of my worries
i will be happy again
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