therefore I like being cold.
even if my coffee tastes like ashtrays,
give me a brisk morning to feel.
this is not dissent,
it is just common sense.
I don't get those weirdos
who like to sweat.
I'll take the winter any day
over the summer.
I dress better in the cold months, too,
and smile more with music.
I write this poem
in the dog days,
wishing for snow
and scarves.
This winter,
meet me in New York's Union Square
and let's watch what
a new January brings.