Arent you cold
kneeling there like that
shirt off, pants down
on the hard wood floor?
No, you don’t look coldor even awkward
I’m the one that’s cold
fingers frigid, toes numb
poor circulation through
my insides. The extremities
are the ones that suffer
the ones that are best
kept to myself.
I am jealous of your warmth,
your comfort. I am incapable.
This laptop has even more
warmth than I.
11/10/10
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