i woke up to

frost kissing the grass.

I walked to school

besweatered, bejacketed.
This was my attempt at protection. The sharp wind refused to acknowledge it.
I passed a group of football players wearing t-shirts.

I felt like I should hold onto my breath, the only warmth left.

and breathe sparingly.

The word: frigid. APPLIES.

The lipgloss in my pocket froze up in weird chunks
sure wished I could move my fingers
or maybe feel my toes.

I'm not so sure I like October in Cedar.