Winter, Go the F**k Away (An Eastern Canadian Poem)
The darkness is long, and it lingers. The ice is hard on the bay. It’s so damn cold out it freezes my nose-hairs. Winter, go the f**k away. The ground is hard and it’s frozen. My grass is dead where it lays. Mr. Groundhog’s a corpse-icle down there. Please. Go the f**k away. Leaving bed …
