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hot n cold

according to the wise words of wisdom,
successful and happy couples typically differ
in what temperature is comfortable for them.

my father's goal was to move to florida.
he would golf and manage restaurants in miami;
he loved it there. and then he met my mom.
my mom, who needs the cold like i need a sandwich.
she sleeps with the windows open in the dead of winter
and my dad snores away under heavy blankets.
so it goes: for love, my dad ended up here.

then there's me. i require heat more than i require that sandwich,
fricking freezing flicks of frigid frostbite fingernails
i always knew in my heart that fate would serve it up for me
like it did for me dad. i'd be all set to move to california
and then i'd meet the love of my life
and we'd end up in nova scotia. why? because
fate is not going to be kind to me.

i nearly screamed when i found out you hate warm weather.
as if i needed any more proof that i'd never be warm,
nor any more proof that you're the one.