Breathing, in December
Stand outside
with me? I want to watch
my breath meet
your breath. Pant
with me ‘til we
don’t know whose is
whose and we don’t
care how cold our
hands are—we are
handless reuniting
under the
magnifying
glass of winter.
© Adriana Stimola
Adriana Stimola is a non-fiction literary agent, content consultant, mother and ever-aspiring poet. Her poetry has most recently been published in The Santa Clara Review, Juke Joint and High Shelf Press.