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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