02/03/2026
February, don’t go too fast; you’re the shortest month, after all. Slooow down, take it easy, a little chill never killed no one (easy for me to say in the Southwest), but stay a bit, vibe with me for I am learning to live with cold bones that require sweaters and jumpers, and blankets, thick leggings that hold me like a lover, burning me with eyes that say “stay, stay, stay” as Jackson Browne sang, “Just a little bit longer.”
The warmer months will come and the proverbial “girls in their summer dresses”, iced coffee, and sweat drizzling down their backs, but I feel the heat too often, the burn of “time’s up” and while I can rock a spaghetti strap and cut off shorts, my teenage days of standing in the front lawn, posing to water the grass, while secretly modeling for anyone who might see me, are done.
So stay February. I can rely on you. You’re not fickle or daring, instead cold and alive, just the way I like it. Stay and heat me up.
“Time’s Up” - sdw, 2/3/26
