Snowshoes and Inkwells

“I know a few things- that I never liked the winter,

It was always something to survive. 

And words stained with chagrin and tonic,

I’d have thought those snowshoes foolish to buy.”


It’s Been a While

12:24 PM and the day’s already been lived-

Everything else is necessary overtime.

I swipe hundreds of cards but couldn’t unlock my own door.

My laptop, like myself, incapable of charging their battery.

I’ve listened to maybe three songs in the past week,

But everyone keeps asking me to describe how music makes them be feel,

And be smart. Eloquent.