G&S

Sometimes I feel like I haven't written a good poem in months, but this week I finished my 10th notebook since 2014, and I think progress is as important as success. So here's another poem:






I walked out cold to my core.
Goosebumps and shivers.
Before I eat I'm always cold.
The sun wasn't as warm as I wanted and  cranked the car to 90 degrees.
My car has a temperature range of 30 degrees.
And some summer days I set it down to 60.
But today I am unquenchably cold.
90.
I was in a daze,
a haze.
The kind I only cured by inexpensive breakfast eggs.

8/12/2016
Riley Welch