Jungle
Today it’s so cold it’s hard to remember, the frigid air slipping in through collar, up pant legs, feasting on the exposed nose, searching out fragile fingers in and out of tight pockets, finding scalloped ears beneath a stocking cap, keeping lips a thin, hard line against the day that inside is a jungle, steamy and a steady ninety-eight-point-six, where every living creature, naked and glistening, luxuriates in a tropical heat and fecundity, a prelapsarian paradise of plenitude, where cold air and shivering bones are never...
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