february in poetry
- Feb. 4, 2019, 1:03 a.m.
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the winter up here is like
getting a baby chick for Easter
the first snow of November is like
“OH IT’S SO TINY AND CUTE” but
by February it’s this weird ugly thing
that pecks at the walls and the cat
and crows at five in the morning
and now you hate everything
go away, daft ugly February
you grew up disgusting
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