Cold

I want to be cold

So cold that you could not warm me up even if you had

Twelve patterned blankets

Three pillows (yellow, not the red ones because those are too thin)

Two pairs of fluffy winter socks

One old fraying quilt with the stitches falling out (even though you’ve gone over them with new thread)

Two blue sweatshirts

One broken heating pad

And all of the cut up sweatpants in the world

But I’m not cold

And it’s summer

And much to my dismay,

I will probably not be cold for a long time