A Cold Luau

The thing about the earth is that

It isn’t round

Because god made it like that.

It’s so the sound of my voice doesn’t


Touch yours.


If we were on opposing sides of the earth,

Our voices would wave

To each other but



Shake hands.


My hands

Were never

Taught how to

Give a firm handshake.


They shake


From walking to the arctic

And holding snowflakes,

Yours are as warm as a bonfire

Because you


Are from Hawaii,


But I can’t dance at a luau

Because I still don’t know how to

Give a firm handshake


And never will.


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