March 26, 2011

Waking up, by myself
I feel frosted.

I am a sasquatch made
of blankets; composed

of bathrobes, underwear,
flannels, t-shirts, socks.

Don’t come into my room;
you’ll freeze to death.
(why?)
I’ve broken the heater.

 

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