Some Days it Just Piles Up


Like icing sugar coated sidewalks

Solid footsteps slipping on candied glass

Chewed up gum on the bottom of my soles

Nothing can grip the gravel

Misty mouthwash fog clouds the air

Covering up my glasses

Rolling around in bleached blankets

Stamp my body in the snow

Make me feel 2 foot four

Too short to reach the kitchen sink

Melting crystals on my tongue

And building snow statues

Until all the white turns to water


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