I hope the cold
Windy nights
With the heavy
Wet snow
Rip at your face and hair
Throw you around the sidewalks
And age you worse than the sun.

I hope the cold air seaps into
Every window
Door
and crack in your room
And reminds you of the cold
Lonely
Empty feelings
And the hollow men that inhabit that space now.

I hope they make you happy,
And that’s the worst insult of all.