Cold Necks In Pdx Poem by Joshua Bantum
Cold Necks In Pdx
It gets so cold,
I could barely remember this was my choice,
But it must seem like the first pain
That I realized I’m happy to be in
I could see my breath- -
that cliché, it’s old
Rotten,
But my breath stays anyways,
However you want to say it,
It doesn’t leave,
It weighs down only because
Gravity,
As if there wasn’t any,
Even the snow would stay still.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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