COMFORT FROM THE BLIZZARD
Looking out my hotel window in Vermont at dusk.
The sky royal blue,
Snow blankets the streets,
Icicles dangling off of the garden statue,
I shiver and curl up on the couch
Next to the fireplace.
The smell of homemade brownies make me salivate.
My boyfriend takes them out of the oven.
I look at the shit brown blobs on the tray.
They need to cool down he says.
I stare at them like a bull’s-eye,
They stare back at me deftly.
I pick one up and shove it in my mouth.
The taste permeates my mouth.
I feel so satisfied.
I drink a glass of milk,
Put on my pj’s.
I look out the window one last time
And draw the curtains to shut out the cold.
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