I love hearing you dismiss me
at four in the morning.
Dull and pukey,
I mumble something you could never buy.
Hearing that sharp-knife sentence
about how someones waiting,
and you have to go,
is cold and comforting
like the bathroom floor:
cold tile on my face.
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As the door closes the wind out from the window the dust settles on dainty floorboards.
ReplyDeleteThey are warm in comparison to the raining sleet.
Where boys and girls wear caps because it is cold... not because the stores that sold the caps told them so. with laughs and a smile i crawled to the end of a slippery edge.and looked upon the glinting ice.