an ode to christmas

ending in summer

the warm breath meets the cold and makes its disapproval obvious. i once said i love you and i swear i saw it spelt out in front of me but in a ‘let’s get this over with so we can all go home and be warm' sort of way. it is like i had my own subtitles and for the first time, volume didn’t matter. it is miraculous what endurance becomes and what we deter…