The women at the shelter
are snowbound, trapped
inside too many shared walls with too few cigarettes
to sustain them. Tempers burn hotter
than the constant furnace and more than one
woman sneaks off to call her abuser
and beg him to take her back. Anyplace
would be better, she says, than being trapped
in this shelter, with all its rules. She forgets
that there are rules at home, too,
and just as much snow.
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