2020-08-25 – Cashmere, My Dear

cashmere over a

stuffed like tissues between
a neck bruise and the
bite of warring

tucked down collar,
into socks,

the wind’s not
all that bad,
i know,

it’s not.

but i can’t even pass
without my collar


and i can’t face another
whiteout without
the softness
of your

Cranky Caveman

…like i never want to talk it off.

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