there s a patch of ice shimmering under the sky on the south corner of bushwick on the residential side and i m afraid i ll slip most days when it s cloudy and all nights i stay inside but it s 2 30 on new years day and outside it s looking bright and i could use some chips and a bottle of soda for my quest to rescue zelda trying to be brave i touched the puddle to my tongue and within a millisecond the bottom of my face went numb and no one on the street knew anything was wrong so i tried to wave my arms to find that they were frozen too and i tried to run away my legs felt like they were stuck in glue and i started to hear a storm through my ears poured freezing rain and it froze my freezing brain a handful of neighbors gathered underneath the awning of the laundromat 200 feet from the front door of my building and it smacked me like a pinball and it crushed me like a wrecking ball i was swallowed by a cold duvet and the kids are gonna have a snow day i couldn t bear to find out how the story was gonna end so i closed my eyes and went to sleep and no one found me dead cause everybody stayed inside til march and a patch of flowers grew out of the concrete where i lied some boy picked a dandelion to give to a girl he liked and she gave him a kiss that warmed his lonely heart now they hold each other tight and stay in on winter nights1