NaPoWriMo, Day 2

First Night

Snow rolls down the mountains, unravels itself like yarn

against the foothills. It’s April, did I say that? April,

and we pitch our tent in snow! Hands shoved between thighs

for warmth, the furthest thing from sex. Our sleeping bag shared

with sweater-swaddled laptops–please don’t freeze.

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