with this weather. Well.
I heard the squirrels are getting fat
"it" goes down by 30 degrees tonight.
"It" kept me alive last night, the air
and I'm always surprised to feel "it"
change, a time-lapse like a bud or
water filling a void. I have a pile
of clothes to clean but my hand skin
won't survive the folding. Can you
imagine? I always say, if I were so weak.
Do I leave my merriness behind, soon?
a known liar still loved is loved all the better,
but what if the weather keeps me
too close; what if I
am going crazy with this weather. Well.