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Nov 2017
Celsius to Fahrenheit
they took each other's measure.
While you walked half the distance,
I got lost along the way.
I succumbed to ******* frostbite--
it was not a point of pleasure.
Meet me at minus 40
if you've got a thing to say.

Hang icicles from buildings.
Hang a frown on one long face.
Hung my hat on losing hands
                                            we'll
hang up halfway through this call
and I'll directly start to hate this place.
Heap reasons on these question marks.
Hot coffee, honey cruller.
Split the check, we'll split the difference--
               Celsius to Fahrenheit
       I fought through the conversion

Then I fought my way into a much worse place.
Originally written March 18th, 2017. This one feels like it could've come directly out of mid 2015. But that's okay...I kinda dig it.
Kyle Kulseth
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Kyle Kulseth  M/Bozeman, MT
(M/Bozeman, MT)   
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