Quite the month of shit and giggles
Sex and crying (the other way around though chronologically)
And you. No other real hearts this time.
January. And I think you were kind of pretty
The snow fell hard on you and every morning we got scared of its beauty.
But I like the two hours to sleep in so I’d say “be scared” and then you’d run away
And I started running a little bit to you. Again. And..—
Again and. And—
Again and again and again…
Again(and) again!(and) AGAIN!
Snow bites. All packed and ready to throw.
Snidpits. We share one color and then I go.
Buttons. “I had too many, you had three”
Slush boots. I walked them over, just for me.
All different people but one is me. January safe in a word, a line, a person; what’s more is still me.