Winter forces us
Into holes, blankets wrapt ‘round
Translucent snow skin
Hope fires the sky red
The sun mocks us like friends with
Postcards from the beach
You said it was too
Cold to lick the metal pole
I gueth you were righth
If you turn the heat
All the way up we can shrug
Off heat bills till spring
Peeing your name is
Easy... You know what’s hard? Yep.
…near impossible…
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