non sequitur
Because it's cold, we linger
Because it's cold, we linger. And why not?
The air is cold, the room is cold, the water
Coming from the faucet takes forever to warm,
The tea kettle takes its sweet time. So, why not?
Pretty sheets, pretty quilt, pretty you.
Even the sounds are cold—caws, and wind
Rattling windows, and something is loose,
Banging on the side of the apartment, staccato.
You, you are warm. Except for your toes,
And that can be remedied. And my nose, the tip
Of my nose is cold. Brrr. I will bury it in your neck.
There. Better. It isn't winter. It's barely autumn.
This bodes . . . what does it bode? A long winter,
A long snuggly winter. Zounds! Cold toes!
pho
use đôi đũa
pluck choice bits
slurp what remains
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2015-11-08 at 03:17
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