No such thing as Cold?  Nonsense.

I see cold every day.

Cold is the way my mother looks at me because her life ended when mine began.

Cold is my room because we can't afford to pay the electric bill.

Cold are the stares that I get from rich kids when they see my dirty clothes.

Cold are my feet from the holes in my shoes.

Cold are the low expectations from my teachers.

Cold is the exagerated concern that high school administrators display.

Cold is the gun that pervades my fantasies.

Cold is my future.