Snow trapped in my house;
Lie in bed, read a book.
Go outside in a coat.
Light a smoke and
Watch the hot air swirl.
Wear my best, jeans and sweater,
Make my hair a trashy mess.
Powder my face, till I feel pretty.
Like a legit girl in one of those glamour forty’s movies,
Where all she does is smoke
And drink coffee and red wine,
And never eats a thing so
She can look trashy and pretty in her best dress and worst hair, all day in bed.
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