Cold Feet

Your feet are freezing
But you don't feel them
They're there of course
And they aren't frost bitten
But they're freezing
And you can't feel them
Like when you wake up from a long nap
And you walk around your house
And you can't seem to feel your face
Or your legs as you move around
Your arms like huge limp noodles
And your eyes stare trying to soak in the light
For your eyes to dialate
And you take a shower
And the cold water washes the sleep from your eyes
But even as you sit on your long bus ride to school
Your eyes begin to close
And you begin to dream again
And your friend wakes you up
Before the dream ends
Saying that you've arrived at school
And you walk down the hall
And you can't feel your face again
And you can't feel your cold feet
Even though your wearing shoes
Thin shoes of course
And there are two more fire drills in first period
And your getting tired
Of having to wait out in the cold for six minutes
And having to hold the emergency bucket
Which you don't even use
And weighs like eight pounds
Weakling
And Daniel tries to gouge out your eyes again
In Chinese class
And gets mad at you for not know who Modest Mouse is
Or at least not knowing that they're real
And you never even get to touch Catching Fire
But it doesn't matter
Because when you get home
The DVR is fixed
But the heater isn't on
And you get cold feet again
And then you write this poem-ish kind of thing
And it's all because
Of your freezing feet
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Category:Poetry