Today I lived in the security of:
Turtle necks
Comedy Central
Hot Cider
And retrieving popcorn with dental floss,
I’m lost when I’m trapped and I like being trapped
But I don’t like homebodies when I’m not a homebody
And I don’t like snow-clad bodies when I have no boots
So,
when the plows in park
when the heating bill isn’t saving my life
when the bottoms of my jeans don’t get moist
And when I don’t need to call to get an answer
I want to make a snowman, that resembles me
And you can name it whomever you’d like
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ReplyDeletethis is a really winter boredom poem. i really like "naming it whomever you like," it's a form of control in an uncontrolable winter mosiac, plagueing us all to stay home when it's shitty outside. bravo
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yeah, you got it spot on. Also as another perspective, I wrote it waiting for a girl to call me back. But she never did and i sat around all day waiting
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