Inconvenience
Posted by Simone Stolzoff | Filed under Poetry, Print
I feel like a power outage,
frozen in place, confined
to the shackles of a couch
and a warm mug.
I wish to be slowly cremated
like Iceland. As I am thrown
to the sea, maybe my ashes
will spread over Europe.
Some days I wish I cared
but it is not noble,
to sit reading the Times
trying to feel cold.
