feeling pressured
to admit
feeling somewhat
turned on
turned on
by—the abysmal
way the bitter cold
way the bitter cold
is so good
at choking—
every last ornery
cloud from the sky
and pounding
all these willful—piles of snow
down just a little.
at choking—
every last ornery
cloud from the sky
and pounding
all these willful—piles of snow
down just a little.