Winter

I can't hate it enough
When Christmas trees come down
When I flounder for an honest hello
Force fed motivation puts me in clothes
Where did my hands go
I don't know
You political bundle of expectations
Everything's a dice roll closer
To feeding my libido
I'll never know
How sitting in a room of bodies
Could mean anything more then measuring cups
Never filled up
I want it to snow so much
That I never have to feel anything more
Than numb.