tell me it's not just me

stuck in

the sweltering heat,

of summer, that strains

to keep

things light,

happy us, on our feet,

i long for winter.

i long for snow.

i long to chip ice off

the kitchen

window,

to shovel my way out

to an unplowed

street.

i am never happy with

where i am.

love thrills me,

then bores me

all in the same day.

i am never happy

with this food,

laid out on my plate,

i want to be hungry again

and start all over.

tell me it's not just me,

but you too.