Michigan decided to be cold suddenly again, and since I am too lazy to keep changing the heat, I wake up frozen as an ice-pop every morning. So I figured I would bust out the jeans, and show off my horribly tied tie that I picked up from the Salvation Army a few years ago. The tie is way too long for me, I have to tuck it into whatever I am wearing when I do put it on. Overall, it is nice to change things up. Speaking of, since my personal goal of reading a book per week was interrupted by my procrastination, I decided to share another poem with you guys today. I hope that you guys like it :)
By Sara Astley
Nuzzling with noodles upon the stained
The warm space between our bodies does not exist
when I close in. Connect rain with
on our cold spring legs.
I grip the blanket with my toes to shade the naked in.
I string invisible swirls on your stomach with luke-warm thoughts in my vision of green.
The room layers blue,
and the broccoli gets cold. Yet our hair is mixed,
and our breath tempered.
Share a pillow and a chive,
Shoe-laced fingers grip time, and brush back my non-reflective hair.
Funnel-cake communications sweeten our ears,
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