surely unsatisfied for good reason, a noblewoman painted by Bartolomé González in 1615.
it was nearly 9 degrees.
we had fried corn balls and vodka,
paid a chinese man to massage my toes,
bash my legs, bruise my ankles,
all to get me warm.
we clapped our hands to a fiddler on the roof,
until our hands were meat,
ran to catch the bus,
screamed into the grass,
chewed chilli chunks,
then it was 10 degrees.
(jacob van hulsdonk)