I'm jumping the turntable
pitching a cigarette sleeve
but my new lover doesn't smoke
he's  also from a boring town
but now I'm stuck in mine
no car no driving snowed inside my small den
Tuesday or maybe Wednesday
it doesn't matter
it never did
I'm still here in this little hole
running through loops flipping through photographs
I have been studying herbal and holistic remedies
but everything has a thick layer of white over it
the roots are too many layers deep
not a shovel nor your bare hands would work
its the coldest time of year
we are foreign to this place
and are too adapted to realize it