Cuddled Up and Angry

By: Nilly


The snow looks like tiramisu,
but you see a dirty, late Spring.
Too many plows blocking us
in and too many cancelled dates
and rain checks for nights out.
We can want to
forget about who we are.
We can’t stop
looking for an escape.
It’s too much to be alone
with ourselves.
We have to stay in
and think about what it means
to stay in.
Close enough to
smell Dorito breath of your
brother,
cuddled up and angry.
We don’t want to be home,
but when we are cold and
numb
with shovel marks
on our hands,
all we want to be is
inside.


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