I dedicate this to the one who made me leave

one morning because she needed her juice.

I must have needed her warmth that badly,

but walking back, I began hating her the most,

the only one I can remember. May she live as she decides, though she’ll leave trails

of lust and possibility if she decides.

OK, Mother, I’ll say it so they’ll know:I did not have to freeze that winter.

Sickness did not have to enter those rooms.

-From "freezing" , Langan