breath,
white plumes of
smoke, winter hangs
on, bitter cold
last day of Feb.
shortest month
rent still same,
food costs, trans.
what's in the bank?
I dunno,
other peoples money
I guess,
or the bank's lent it all,
that one seems more likely.
the latter one,
closed the door
chill slowly melts
shake it off,
heat hits like wall
and coats you,
I am more uncomfortable in it
than the cold,
three people stand in the elevator
staring at me
as the door closes,
I am 3 feet away.
fucking fuck.
assholes.
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