So. Cal. Chill
by Rachel Hoyt
image by James Barker via freedigitalphotos.net
It's so cold I had to dry
my hair completely and then lie
to my boss about why I
was late on this important date.
It's so cold I had to pull
socks on my feet and wished for wool
although I felt like a big fool
wearing white socks with Birkenstocks.
It's so cold I had to change
my sheets to flannel (which felt strange)
and move my bed far out of range
of the chill which spills from my windowsill.
It's so cold I had to heat
up my food so I could eat
and stop the teeth chattering beat
accompanying my mind's whining.
Copyright © 2013 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.
It may feel cold, but we should hear
how silly we sound to certain ears.
