Thursday Poetry Post: Glacier

So drive fast with/screeching tires. Burn it all.

Happy February! According to a certain marmot¹, we are in for six more weeks of [gestures broadly] all this. I have plans tomorrow that can’t be moved, and we’re looking at a projected 9 degrees outside. So! Pray for me!!!!! I’m gonna have Hot Hands in my tights (thanks to Amy for this literal hot tip).

Last week, I tried to combat the dreary winter blues…