Celsius

five.
my hands are cold
as they rest
against my thighs.

three.
my blood is hot
as it flows
through my veins.

one.
my fingertips
feel as if
they are on fire.

minus two.
my heart is
cutting supply
to my extremities,

minus ten.
I cannot
think
straight.

minus twenty.
the snow
will fill
my grave.