Sturgeon's Law

As I hear the last stanza, it seems like the place the poem is going gets slightly buried. I played with it somewhat reversing the order of the last lines, trading position, etc. Maybe something like this (following the line "shopping days till Christmas."):

This winter of bitter drifts
off the offramp, engine block
not hot enough to cook
a roadkill steak. Numb to months
of the body's motor shutting down,
wake from hibernation in April,
cold hands, blue heart, they say,
no crash, no drive, no option.

(BTW, I'm not suggesting getting rid of the italics on "cold hands, blue heart." I just haven't ever bothered to learn how to do italics in the Blogger comment box.)
 

Gah, that "but" four lines up should be "to"--can't believe I took that long to figure that out.