Terminal Undressing


Move gently.
If there is no improvement,
rewarm the body.
Check regularly. After all,
confusion is not typically a concern
in and of itself. Still,
undress yourself, burrow in deep.
Hide-and-die beneath beds,
behind wardrobes—
anywhere you can until it feels
autonomous.
Bite the cold.
Call him sweet.

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This poem centers around love under the guise of cold and how the body reacts when it is slowly succumbing to frostbite. Victims of frostbite will often remove their clothes and hide before they die.