teepeeing kindling with plumb-bob precision,
and gently breathing coals into a near-sensual
glow, the house turns hot as a Norwegian sauna.
My country-born wife can keep the woodstove
reverts to its natural owner (man) on Saturday.
Truth be told, I suspect it was actually a woman
Probably trying to figure out how to do something
different with leftover mammoth. I don't know.
Here's what I do know: it's 25 outside, 92 inside.
her sweet indulgence for this ridiculous swelter,
secretly I am beating my fists against my hairy chest,
grunting at the gods after my rising up to conquer cold.
The Homesteady Review - Fall 2014