a poem about indrid cold I should have been a hand model Then no one would think I’m weird for holding my hands up to cover this huge permanent shit eating grin If I were a hand model I’d walk along the interstate and stick out my thumb Someone would stop ahead of me
cryptid in july poetry day 05, indrid cold
cryptid in july poetry day 05, indrid cold
cryptid in july poetry day 05, indrid cold
a poem about indrid cold I should have been a hand model Then no one would think I’m weird for holding my hands up to cover this huge permanent shit eating grin If I were a hand model I’d walk along the interstate and stick out my thumb Someone would stop ahead of me