That Cold Poem by Tony Adah

That Cold



The wind changed its taste
In the tongue of our skins
A hazy breeze blew
From the north east direction
We looked there
And cracked our lips
Our bodies floury white
We rubbed water
Instead of a bath
It was so cold and dry
No matter how much tallow
We oiled our skins
They remained floury white.

Friday, August 26, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: memories
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