It's winter again
Has it always been?
I can see it all year round
But only from a distance
I can hold it
shake it
sniff it
lick it
Dip it in formaldehyde
Though no matter how I abuse it, I can never reach what's left inside
It's raining again?
Though it'll never end.
I still want to hold them to love them to crush them to consume them.
From a distance it's safe, I suppose.
I can look all I want,
There's more to the surface you know.
Sometimes when you dig in, it's just pancake batter.
And I prefer waffles.