social hypothermiaA Poem by Nobody.social hypothermia * ing
spell multiplied by
a seasick ocean liner.
** I have spun the ragged verbal
threads Afghan
to wrap around my again, I
won’t last the night.
***
the crowd turns rancid, and
the room spins like a
malfunctioning centrifuge. I
tell a bearded stranger that
I love her, and crumple to
a stack of witty lies. warm
silence lasts for
only a dark tic. then, the garbled drone rolls over
my corpse like an
arctic blast. I’ll never
learn to live this
cold. © 2011 Nobody.Featured Review
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