by Megan Auffart

I am an igloo
with the door padlocked shut
with the ice frozen hard
and no windows to climb through

I am an igloo
with six locks on the entrance
with a gun in the corner
with a burglar alarm

I am an igloo
With a paranoid owner
In a bad part of the tundra
Where crack igloos abound

I am an igloo
with a psycho outside
aiming his hairdryer
on 'high' at the ice