I

My blue coat keeps me cozy and warm when it’s cold in my room.

I get under the covers. Looking out the window I see snow on the ground;

getting my gloves to make snowballs

I tell my nephew to get out of the way, but he gets hit.

II

Smells of fried chicken and pizza,

snow and ice, hot apple cider, sore throats and fevers,

staying home from school in bed and missing Bunny, who left me.

III

In the evening it gets dark; my nephew is scared.

We sleep with flashlights, the street lights,

and my shadow looks shy.

IV

My heart is crying. I am dead like the day, and my shadow

is talking for me, because

January broke my heart.