Poetry Month Day 7: Overstaying It


Am I sick of of snow? Yes, yes I am.

Overstaying It

Why are you still here
with your enervating blanket
making my bones brittle
and my skin tremble

The clock rang out
still you creep around my house
weighing down the long gone party
and sticking to every surface

Have I not made it clear
just how much you are unwanted
with my sighing and grunting
and putting your favors away

I am sure I will invite you back
that is just the way I am
not that you have ever
given any of us a choice.


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