Forty degrees cold.
Luckily, the sun

is out, and there
are no wild winds.

But there’s that
chill that comes

when you’re alone,
missing someone,

and you hope they’re
missing you too.


Janet Cormier is a painter, writes prose and poetry, and performs comedy. Janet prefers different and original over pretty. She loves collecting stuff, but cleaning not so much. Janet also talks to strangers. A lot. Her column appears weekly on Oddball Magazine.