by proxy

cold leaks like poison
past the towels and the clothes
stuffed under doors
around windows;
no heat this month,
not if you want to eat;
and she takes the little ones
and makes a fort
because it’s warmer together
than apart.

she would like more,
more than just to exist,
even if by proxy
through the ones
she will leave behind.

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