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JanPoWriMo 27

It’s so cold outside 
I fell asleep on the couch
before the end of the show

every inch of skin
exposed to the elements
cracks open a scar

you didn’t know would
bleed quite as profusely while
washing your hands for

the seventeenth time
counting twenty seconds lasts
as long as it should

By Joshua Keiter

reader, writer, actor, singer, teacher