i am surrounded by sheets of ice.
i am trying to write but it isn't often i can indulge in too much coffee and daytime tv.
i am worrying about court dates and falling icicles and losing the love of my life to a warmer state. i am worrying about the growling in my belly. i'm alone and there is pasta in the pantry and i could lace it through hot dog bits and call it art and i could brave the snow and rain and bitter wind and trade my slippers for sneakers and go find tacos in lowell. i'm hungry but all things, when ignored, will eventually go away. that's what i've heard. is there truth to that?
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