this air is cool enough to eat
I can taste these days
and they pass through me
like a cool wind
or a warm breeze
altered perception of temperament
I knew the heat so well
and it up and left
so this winter wind is bound to sit
ill at ease in me
let the cold take hold
these eyes grow wide
frozen open and rising to the sky
let it precipitate
I’ll wait
for this skin to get thick and rock solid
I’ll hide in
this form of a man that I am
this mess of a boy I represent
this illogical codger on the side of the road
that hates the heat and loves the cold
can I go
back to the old way of living
watching my breath leave my lips
and loving the taste of it
this heat
it does nothing for me
--
you
are a mess
and I wish
I could be
disheveled
with you
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