White

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I wake up in deep shock

My muscles are all bound up

There’s a man in a window of the building across the way

He looks like George Washington

Or maybe it’s a woman with big white hair

It matches the snow falling

The icicles look like fangs

All the rooftops are slathered with white

The streets are clogged with white

A snow day it will be then

No school, no German lessons

I’m talking to myself again

The walls are listening

The peeling wallpaper doesn’t fool me

I know there’s life in there

Beyond the burnt flowers and gravestones

The heat is up too high again

I have to open my bedroom window

And stick my head out to cool off

The snow tastes like nothing

It just disappears

Like everything does