Twenty ten? Two-thousand ten.
The extra syllable is ours for the taking.
Outside is reverse Hell.
I'm so cold it feels like my phone is vibrating.
But we need art supplies...
like food.
Napkins, plastic bags, styrofoam,
Strange snowflakes.
I wish I had wool skin.
That we were watching the Amazing Race,
How sweet the sound.
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