Lines Written in Early Spring by Hobo Scumbag




Poetry


 


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Gif Credit: Pastel Princess
 

When I think about spring and summer I think about all the Spring/Summer collections on the runway, I think about ice cream, I think about bare feet on warm sand, and I think about all the death that had to occur to bring us to this moment.

When you think about it, I told Tony, all that snow had to die to bring us to this moment.

It didn’t die, he said, rubbing my shoulders. It just evaporated. It’s still there.

Well, fuck, this is why I’m not a poet, I told him, dragging my pillow and blanket to the couch. You never fucking support me.

 

Hobo Scumbag is a native of Southern California. Find her at hoboscumbag.com.