Out from the closet when it covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whichever coat may be For the unconquerable cold. In the fell clutch of feathers…
Listen here, Columbia. These puny little Christmas string lights ain’t cutting it. When you say you’re lighting the trees, I expect them to be awash with light. Dazzlingly bright, some may even…
This Is Just to Say I have eaten the Canada Goose that was in your closet…
Bring Christmas lights on the train and decorate your own car. Treat the subway like your own personal vehicle; they’re called subway cars for a reason. Decorate your dorm to look like…
