isn't it Ironic

it's too cold

out

to protest, i tell her.

can't we

wait until the spring?

i think i got

frostbite

the last time we

blocked the 409.

look at my hands,

my fingers

are still blue.

she looks

at me with her bandana

wrapped around

her head

and face,

holding the sign she just

made.

don't be a sissy, she says.

but, i tell her,

shouldn't we be protesting

global warming

when it's hot

out?

they're calling for nine

inches of snow,

by this afternoon.

it seems ironic, doesn't it?

get dressed she says,

here's your

mittens, miss Alanis

Morisette.