Hoth
it’s to hott to blow over-
I can’t just
let it go.
can’t ask me to let myself go
or
to love.
I-
I find the canel of fucking love
to be treacherous, like Hoth,
icey hot.
A golden oar
the price was steep
and I’ll be in debt forever
but I’m paddling.
This is the river
and I’m paddling.
