It’s going to be cold for a while now
Every breath of wind a vice grip on the alps of my ears
For the first few weeks I’ll wear what I always wear
But then I’ll coat in layers like paint on the wall of a bedroom repurposed
And come the wintry meridian I’ll begin
Shedding cotton and wool
And by May first, peel off January’s last
Last sundown at a reasonable time has passed
And if I ever caught the sun on its up-
-Well, at least
Noon will always be quite the same