bone teacher, her equation is the cold
bone teacher, antarctic demon i am told
her negative degrees, your nose will surely freeze
and the leaves are shaking

inflection, her judgment is frozen central
inflection, her cold bottom is biblical
winter is a time, winter makes you rhyme
whether or not you want it

i’m frostbit
and i have blue lips
bone teacher
the thought of parsnips
underground

wanting, gnawing numbers are her worm
wanting, a blizzard coming is her storm
a reckoning of beef, by frost on a leaf
or a vegan from Lesbos

i’m frostbit
and i want to cut her
bone teacher
but i think i love her
cold-bitter

waiting for the silence to come around
waiting for the mountains' thundering sound
but it’s not to do with me, and i can hardly see
the drip of an icicle

i’m frostbit
shivering in the glare
bone teacher
does she even care
she’s not there

icing, when her mercies are too few
icing, when she hides the glass from view
heartbeat in the snow, heartbeat going slow
and almost stopping

i’m frostbit
am i a grizzly bear
bone teacher
the question isn’t there
it’s nothing

stepping, her boots are laced so high
stepping, her pointer blinds the sky
glacial is her height, the emptiness of white
rumors of a pop quiz

i’m frostbit
darkness coming on
bone teacher
never seen the dawn
it’s marching

her bones are so grim, her cold does me in
or a pale horse riding

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slow shuffling blues;
for my hs math teacher
Ms. Dyas <3

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