Minnesota Winter
Minnesota Winter 1967 Deep into January motors chugging, parked in front of some homes 15 below, engine blocks would crack if not kept warm I walked to work in a miniskirt—purple knees under my tights, eyelash icicles, no earthy petrichor Bitchin’ cold, my neighbor said, when it reached 41 below
love it, how perfectly captured the moment, the piece of the past, the struggle of now. I love your neighbor!