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 every morning is torture.The blankets where …