written to a break up
song, or maybe a
suicide song, a giving
up song even though
I'm not the giving up
type and I don't think
you are either if it
comes down to it.
This is a postcard poem
to warn you about the
ice outside, and to
suggest ice cheats
because it's still
raining, and we're
due for more slippy-
slidy until the whole
world is encased.
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