in Texas, the bloated clump of summer
(hot, sticky outside; pop color sports
drinks; wide sky that sports a yellow
dragon of heat; meats on every grill;
bodies in every pool)
lumbering through the year, is no match
for this thin wispy body that winter whips
up for us. but (you know?) there is a risk
some icy beast besets its force against
the state. claws up your house, freezes
your lake. guess we'll wait and see how
the seasons range, the only constant
being our perpetual discontent.