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Cold blue sky, frozen pink clouds

January 3, 2012

Blue sky like a freshly laundered fitted shit stretches across my picture window with flouncy pink frozen clouds like the stuffing from a dog toy strewn across the bed. My nose is cold and my shirt keeps riding up over my enlarged with holiday goodness belly and giving me goose bumps as my frigid fingers graze my stomach to pull my shirt down into its rightful place. Hot coffee steaming on the arm of the brown couch I can see the hummingbird feeder swaying in the brisk wind that whips down the field and up over my house zipping around my porch. The cats huddle on the floor by the heater and on the radiators trying to get into each room to see if one is warmer than another. The kettle in the kitchen whistles all day long a song of comfort in the empty house. As empty as a house  with cats and a dog and  a husband. The big picture window reveals the naked branches, bare earth without grass and an empty sidewalk waiting for the first snow to fall.

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