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When I'm Warm
by Rebecca LinIn the city, I was lonely.
So I started counting
1...3... a full hand
6...8... another hand
And some more...
I think there were 5 hands... 5 times 5
Not to mention a few pretty girls on the subway,
Musicians I could never have,
Artists more talented than I.
Loneliness is cold.
I needed to protect my hands
and I lost count.
Who needs gloves when you have mittens.
I only needed a thumb,
just one finger for me.
The rest of the fingeres were stuck
together and useless.
No time to compare myself to others
when I'm warm.
02/12/2009 Author's Note: Who knows
Posted on 02/13/2009
Copyright © 2024 Rebecca Lin
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/13/09 at 03:45 AM Captivating and unique juxtaposition of warmth and loneliness. Glad I happened upon this one, having just survived another winter in the "great white north." :o) |
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