frosty was frosty

look

i don’t want

to look at me

in your eyes

because i hate

what you see

in me

and what i can’t see

in you

because i’ve blocked

you with my i’s

*

some people

are just made

for unhappiness

like snowmen

who don’t like

the smell of carrots

and who prefer the

warmth of the sun

*

what drives me

drives me to what

and to the hope

that there is an answer

and an answerer

i like driving

though i’ve been known

to complain of car sickness

even while liking

the smell of the fumes

that kill what is