In the winter, my fuzzy blue gloves
do wonders for me. They protect
my hands from the freezing cold,
keeping them in a state of nice and warm.
But those same gloves are not always
so nice and comforting. Leave them on
through mid-August. My hands will boil,
and be reduced to puddles of sweat.
Besides, don’t I look so silly,
wearing those fuzzy blue gloves
paired with tank top and shorts,
in the sizzling Summer sun?
Feb 12, 2012
Feb 12, 2012 at 8:12 PM UTC
In the winter, my fuzzy blue gloves
do wonders for me. They protect
my hands from the freezing cold,
keeping them in a state of nice and warm.
But those same gloves are not always
so nice and comforting. Leave them on
through mid-August. My hands will boil,
and be reduced to puddles of sweat.
Besides, don’t I look so silly,
wearing those fuzzy blue gloves
paired with tank top and shorts,
in the sizzling Summer sun?
This is a poem I wrote for my writing class focusing on subtext.
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