this winter has blanketed me,
apathetic and flushed
by dry heat from airvents
and time.
haggard and paler-by-the day,
my hands turn translucent
in the fleeting sun..

it is all i can do not to lie down
in the snowbanks
to sleep.

03/09/2012

Posted on 03/10/2012
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