
Overweight guys embrace the winter.
In winter, it acts like a hedge against cold.
On hot summer days, the layer of fat
turns a hellish coat of sticky sweat.
But last January, God’s Chosen Police
cast Satan out of heaven.
It grew colder than an avalanche of ice,
even on this terrorist’s chilly heart.
Laugh skinny guys; now I hate winter too.
Fat was my privilege, but it has been stolen.
I know it wasn’t healthy, but life itself
has not been healthy for me since birth.
Eman was killed last January.
Ouda was killed last January.
The merciful missiles drop cement blankets
over the bodies of my sister’s children.
January saw all my nephews off.
Now they are ghosts visiting my frigid nights.
