FreezerburnA Poem by Cala walk in the woodsit’s cold in
the forest- fat, wet
dots of white fall silently and stack
upon themselves. the trees
are grey and barren: even the
evergreens are brown and dead. we leave
tracks like deer; long and narrow, that
curious rabbits sniff long after
we’ve left. i’m in
nothing but a sweater, pants, and hat, yet
i’m too warm even in this
world, where spit freezes moments
after it leaves your mouth. (i know,
because our tongues nearly froze together.) our hands
are laced together, and my left,
your right, are chapped and red, devoid of
feeling. i think it migrated to my chest:
i’m shocked our passion hasn’t
melted the woods, shocked the
thrumming of my heart hasn’t caused an
avalanche.
(i think
later my fingers will need amputation, on account
of frostbite, but i don’t
care) © 2014 CalAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorCalMOAboutHi there, I'm Calvin! I've lived in the Midwest my entire life and I'm also very, very gay. I typically write Midwestern gothic, horror, sci-fi, LGBT+, and a little action. I also try to participat.. more..Writing
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