this morning #1314.

this morning, the snot that’d been slowly sneaking out of my nose had totally frozen into little icicles jutting forth from my nostrils. i was like a child, incapable of controlling my own emissions. i envisioned inhaling a bit too quickly. sucking the icicles up inside. impaling my brain. with a brisk brush of my glove, i chipped them away. i should probably invest in a scarf. either that or one of those bank-robber winter face masks. i stepped forward a few feet into the street. gazed off into the distance, saw nothing but the cold air staring back at me. where the hell is this bus? some of us have places to be. i sure hope it comes soon. i don’t think my bones are supposed to feel this cool.