“I’m Cold” — “I’m cold,” I mutter to no-one in particular Trudging through the snow, can’t feel my toes, mucus freezing in my nose “better off perpendicular” again, to no-one near specifically. the air is mundane, so I complain , verbally portray my disdain I’m usually not like this, typically. “I’m cold,” I mutter again, as if to change the situation no-one replies, watery eyes how long can I withstand this guise