The snow has caked my car in.
From my window, a plump
overstuffed donut with
clumps of icing ringing it.
Soon enough, I may curse the
snow and God and everyone
who dares to stop to hear me swear
but for now I wait, stuff my face.
- I don’t care what anyone says — I really like this poem (I hear self-praise is “in”).
And it’s all the sweeter (pun intended) because I just wrote it this morning
and I haven’t written in about 10 days. An eternity for me.
The draft image of the poem is below. Notice the date (today’s!).
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