Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Poem for Wednesday, February 10, 2010


The Perfect Time for Fucking

is when

it's snowing, of course
there's an army of snowmen posted up in yard after
yard
carrot noses and mischief embedded
in 20-degree precipitation

(this is when I love you the most)

candles, candles you suggest

I say

fuck your idyllic warmth; let's be hot-natured beneath
an overworked ceiling fan, let's just
do that.




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