Side-parts in earthy blues and olive green sweaters
Concealing checkered button-up fireplace specials
Hot chocolate dreams of roasted coffee cups
That sit upon crumbly coasters with one small stirring spoon
Christmas with Louis, his horn bringing in the cold
Like the plethora of close wrapped scarves
And men in skinny jeans
With that familiar smell of roasting
Soaking into my own being
Casually making my two inch wooden table
Lament the Ikea special bendy plastic backs
That just speak of too much trying