You and I are fucking 
but we are not fertilizing eggs    still   
I wait at frosted windows during snowstorms
    and warm up pot roasts   (with my faggot ass)
that tasted better at six-fifteen    when you should
have walked through the door    and stomped grey slush
from your foots    and said    It’s cold out there 
while touching my mouth with your lips    do you see how cold my mouth is    
our faces are frozen together.
 
 

 
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