Three Months of Winter


If we are the summation of


we have ever experienced,

why do I find everyone so beautiful?

Perhaps we internalize

all the pain, hurt, and ugliness

of life and

reflect only the wonder of it.


I think this could be true;

that we are real


on the inside and 


on the out.


The sun 

is confirming this

in blatant, hot stares–

Skin burning on the outside,

and I feel like


three months of winter.



*Drawing: “Persephone” by Juan Chavarria Jr.


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