I wish you were -40 degree weather
so I'd have known to wrap myself up
in two layers of pants,
one pair of wool socks,
three sweaters and a tuque,
three pairs of mittens,
one of which had no fingers,
leaving only my cheeks exposed to frostbite
and they are pretty hardy for a body part
so useless.
But no, you told me your name was
that of a saint that feared the mother of God,
and so I ran out in my pajamas.
You should have told me you were
where farenheit and celsius met,
kissed,
had a family,
got divorced,
and lived out the rest of their days.