  winter day, february 1999 there was this one time that burns got stuck in her jacket. it was the big poofy black one.
the zipper was all the way at the tiptop right where her neck was. it was snowing so as long as we stood outside she was okay; if we went into the haus though, she squirmed from her body heat. "get me out, lisard, get me out! " I was afraid of catching the skin at her throat in the zipper. we pulled, each of us, her at the top collar and me at the zipper, pulling, squirming, but nothing came loose. i wondered if she could wiggle out of it, pulling it over her head and her arms out of the sleeves, like taking off your bra under your shirt. but the bottom was too small to fit her shoulders. eventually we walked into the ville through the snow; it was snowing big, thick flakes down on our eyelashes so her lack of peripheral vision from the jacket hood didn't matter so much.
once we fell, slipping on some ice; her shoes were not made for winter. she caught me on her way down but the jacket broke our fall. we laughed, brushing the clusters of white from our eyes. it was the best day i ever had there. but i never found out how she did get out of that jacket. 
