A Snowman in June

My therapist gave me a black paper, white crayon.

I was 7.

I had a therapist. 

I drew a snowman in June.

SHE TOLD ME TO DRAW WHATEVER I FELT.

But when I drew a snowman, she looked at me funny and said,

"The season's a little off, don't ya think?"

It was blazing hot and snowmen don't belong in June.

Just like a 7-year-old doesn't belong in a shrink's office.

I mean, Claudia was nice.

Anyway-- I furrowed my brow,

threw the snowman away,

threw my hands in my pocket

and kept em there.

Now I follow trends. 

I had a Tomagatchi.

I wore silly bands.

I uSeD tO uPdaTe mY StaTus liKe tHis.

I have an iPhone.

I use Instagram.

I peg my jeans.

I wear Alex and Ani.

I'm a product of my environment.

That snowman in June was no product of his environment.

But he ended up in the trash,

so kiss it goodbye

and conform.

xx

Sonny Jean