by Daron Larson
The chill slipped through my skin
right into my marrow
where it took root and blossomed.
You offered me a drink
of your coffee
which we both know
is much stronger than I can take.
Made me consider how often
people have to weigh a degree of bitterness
against our thirst for warmth.
I met a woman who drinks hot water
Says she never really liked coffee
but she enjoys cradling a warm mug
in her cold hands.
Says she doesn’t feel like she’s missing anything.
There must be fifty ways
I haven’t yet imagined
to warm these bones.