A Mighty Wind or Where Did My Toes Go?

a poem to the wind

wind.

oh! wind!

why do you mock me so?

you are one cold-hearted bitch.

FIN.


as you can tell, i was going to be a creative writing major. my specialty was going to be poetry. everyone was supportive of this including boston college (who turned me down from their creative writing program) and my mother (who refused to publish a book of my poems because poetry doesn't sell. excuse me? ben lerner much?).

so, today it was cold. but not like it's a tad bit chilly outside. i should button up the top button on my cute little jacket:

oh my! it's a wee bit nipply. perhaps we should zip up a bit more and snuggle together for that extra warmth.

no. today was one of those bitch-ass cold days where the wind tears through your bones and eats at your marrow. kinda like this:



IT'S SO COLD!!!! LIFE IS HORRIBLE!!! DON'T TOUCH ME!! I CAN'T FEEL MY FACE! WHO ARE YOU? WHY ARE YOU TOUCHING ME? I HATE YOU!!!!!

and that's how it was today. seriously, there were times when my nose may have fallen off my head. i'm pretty sure that happened at least twice, but then it met up with me at the subway after having pulled some mean stunts involving icicles and hot dogs from that stand on the corner and then forced itself back onto my face leaving me in searing pain with the red, bulbous, snot-dripping orb mocking me.

ew. that was gross.

i think it's time that i snuggle up in my blankets for the night. cuz baby, it's cold outside.