I sit on my sectional, a witness
to those vulnerable beings
pulling at scarves,
yanking at gloves
clutching at down jackets
I find great entertainment by this.
They have waited until November
When I have resided in frost
since last October
All year long
I held onto turtlenecks of impulsive irony
I bore
thirteen layers exactly
of self pride
I wore gloves religiously
that were knitted out of masochism
and egocentrism
And I drank from cups of hot cocoa
brimmed with whipped irony
during the month of June
I was far to eager
Now these glorious beings
surround me
clinging to warmth and long john material,
sitting closest to the hearth
All I can do is laugh
I searched for a shell
in June
I decorated a tree of longing
in May
I reached for a fringing
frolicking
frock
in July
that would
:gasp:
keep me warm
Fahrenheit resided in
pelvic bone
fingerprints
desperado
and seduction
None of it warmed my bones.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 1:05 AM UTC
I sit on my sectional, a witness
to those vulnerable beings
pulling at scarves,
yanking at gloves
clutching at down jackets
I find great entertainment by this.
They have waited until November
When I have resided in frost
since last October
All year long
I held onto turtlenecks of impulsive irony
I bore
thirteen layers exactly
of self pride
I wore gloves religiously
that were knitted out of masochism
and egocentrism
And I drank from cups of hot cocoa
brimmed with whipped irony
during the month of June
I was far to eager
Now these glorious beings
surround me
clinging to warmth and long john material,
sitting closest to the hearth
All I can do is laugh
I searched for a shell
in June
I decorated a tree of longing
in May
I reached for a fringing
frolicking
frock
in July
that would
:gasp:
keep me warm
Fahrenheit resided in
pelvic bone
fingerprints
desperado
and seduction
None of it warmed my bones.
