January, we meet again.
You come ’round bringing
the anticipation of new.
Long, cold winter days
test our excitement and resolution.
You look at me with
that cold daunting face, and I say:
January, I loathe you!
I defy you!
You will not crush me.
You’re only one month outta’ 12.
I’m merely crashing from December’s
sugar high
I’ll love you again
in July, maybe.
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