Untitled by Jennifer D'Incecco

Funny how quickly the cold creeps up
from our rain soaked toes
hanging off the back of my Blazer
into each other.

Making the down in my ratty blanket
stick and mush
into clammy wet spots
we try to inch away from our skin.

A smoky, musky smell
from the drowning campfire
blocking our nostrils
making it harder to breathe normally