My throat scratches
And the air is bitter out there
I only imagine the wind
But I shiver as it shakes
there is chicken soup
Cooking on the stove
The room smells like
thick
salted
ginger
A cup of recently boiling tea warms the skin on my
Fingers
Then my lips
my throat
my stomach
It settles and cools
In the school parking lot
In a school parking lot?
In my school parking lot
A boys blood freezes
Will he miss
nursing a sore throat
With chicken soup
From his stove
