The wind’s coming in the cracks now.
The wind’s shifted as it does.
I am skinned with it.
This is when Peg ‘d gather me up with a laugh and tell me to stop the complaining.
She was the worst weaver in the county and her blanket couldn’t keep out a cool whiff.
But her full body was warm with comfort and her arms held my breasts
until the heat consumed us both
and afterwards we slept.