February 2015 / May 2002

So I’m just gonna say f**k this cold

And think back on the warmth

Of a mid-spring day.

Sitting on gently warmed concrete

Outside of the art classroom

We were probably painting something.

She wasn’t chubby, but her toes were, for some reason

Lightly freckled,

Normally I’m not into that.

She nuzzled next to me

And that was it.

No stolen kiss or copped feel

 

Only a moment

 

But one I pull out

When the world becomes too frigid

And I’ve wandered too far

From those simplistic ideals

That cause so many youths

To crash upon the rocks

And drown in icy waters.