Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Feb 14

The ice remains in patches on the driveway, but the next three days near fifty ought to take care of it. This time of year is so often exhausting. This back and forth between Winter and what comes after. Don't even want to speak the name for fear of bringing its memory to life. It's still Winter, no matter what it looks like. And I still have a mountain of bills and a refi that won't go through and a court date. I'm writing this thing to try to take me beyond that, into what's next, but it's still Winter.

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