Big, Bad Wolf - Poem by Meg Lutz
You’re the card
that makes my house of cards
A sweatshirt in the middle of summer,
flip flops in the mud,
a cliché Hallmark greeting,
gummy bears I shouldn’t be eating.
I can’t get you
out of my head.
out into the snow
without coat, no gloves, following
footsteps size 11,
perfection lures me in.
Until I realize it’s cold and
damp and disappointing
rolling around on top of you,
making snow angels without halos.
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