my car tells me it is !!5 degrees in the black tar under it’s wheels but inside i am freezing…frozen…gone. She wanted to read me a poem she wrote and i begged her to do so but she left it in the car she said and i asked her to go get it then she said he didn’t like her poem and I asked was it about faces and she said yes.
she went and got it from her car and read it to me and i didn’t understand the poem. i thought it was about the rip tide and how beat up she was by the water nearly drowning her and then she moved it to the courtroom and i am sure i lost myself somewhere – or so confused – or frozen and lost like what happens when i crawl out of the corner. She only wanted my opinion about her poem and i got confused and thought she wanted my opinion about him… the poem was magnificent when i warmed myself back into my body. i don’t know where i go, but i am gone and we are so not the same.