the weed’s still
what’s keeping me
still 

this was supposed to be 
a productive day 

but now the sun’s taking 
its gratutious bow 

and i never even felt 
the warmth 

of its light 
i talked myself out of 

going out into this frostbitten
world again

even though it’s summertime 
it can still be colder 

than it is 
all alone 

in here