So I got drunk on fun
and shouted out
It wasn’t a particularly typical Saturday.
My mom slapped me
and my dad…
he looked the other way.
That winter had been the coldest winter I can remember.
I ignored the television and nearly froze from the absence of its heat.
I pushed away the paper and frowned the day long while the cat rubbed her head against my frozen nose.
That was a damn cold winter.