out_in_the_cold raze your husband with his uncertain smile and his thin beard — the kind a boy grows when he's convinced himself a furred face will make him a man — says you've told him all about me. he's been wanting to meet me for so long. he just isn't sure what to talk about. i ask him to tell me about the music he loves. he names two bands i've never heard of. you tell me i wouldn't like them anyway. all they do is scream and set their instruments on fire. i remember holding you from behind out in the cold after a punk show. both of us teenagers half-hidden behind coats that weren't made for the weather we were in. i know your hair was black back then. but in my memory it's red. dark as the blood that keeps me breathing. sometimes winter creeps back in when spring is busy stretching its legs, time unwinds, and months shed their meaning. that's when i think of you. 260429 what's it to you? who go blather from