Coughing up spirits of
Winter,we practiced swimming in
The snow because the
Ice is so beautiful
From below.

(or so they led us to believe it usually doesn’t snow on these
sort of eves)it was born on
a Tuesday (and unfortunately died today)
Due to this poetic abortion (and the cold
melted away.)

The jackets changed for sweaters (we’ll sweat
through this philistine summer) as you
Bit through your empty lips and
Muttered cliché (I didn’t fall in love
With him) No, no
I fell in love with the season
Of today.

.fin.

(never give away the best of you)

A.a. Sorry Noelle.