"Zelda's Cure for a Hangover" by Kay Cosgrove

I expected blue where I saw black:short hair like a man but the opposite.See, in the snow I can sulk feminine-American, if that's what the recipesays. Make it watery but notwith too much air, and, hey,three points make a plane, so,pour two drinks, one for each handand I'll stand guard between them.It was violently snowing five minutes agobut the rattling is long, long gone—I can undress to silence for the swim.