‘Midwestern Fail”-
new nickname
lovingly stamped on me
by a friend
last week while
walking Minnesota Point.
i’m still wearing my
mittens- big enuf
to box with
all in the name
of warmth for
my ”fragile bitches”
(chilblained fingers).
bigLake watershed in
March is no joke,
the sheKing of mid-wintering.
boo fascism! and seasons that
stand against shedding layers
and showing emotion.
time with my southern
homes freed up skin
and softened intimacies.
and still I flaunt
this new moniker
with pride.
yes, to fail is to flourish!
as in I feel up the
stoic virtues of
justice
courage
temperance
and wisdom
and wait for spring,
when I’ll throw the
externals to fate.