is enough. got to get away. I escape
long enough to breathe. strap on big
feet, clawed feet, a metal Yeti. diminish
& shield myself with everything I can find.
take the dog. now, out here, I feel like I’m
missing something. what am I missing?
I’ve remembered there will be no color here
and expect black & white. expect the darting
gashes in the snow left by weasels, rabbits, foxes.
dog is crazy with this. I remembered gloves.
snow, when I fall in it, is ice fingers, a fist,
on my back. I’ve learned a valuable lesson.
snowshoes don’t have reverse & rarely
does the iron sky satisfy me.

I'll satisfy you
This is weak. You know it is. If you'd taken this more than half seriously you'd have more than half succeeded.
That is all.
it took two reads for me to
I think... this could have been slightly better. Maybe a bit more clear and less frantic. The way the phrases are now, it seems like you're running away from something, frightened, rather than exasperated with being inside.
Snow shoes
I did like the punctuation and caps in you first line it lends a sense of agitation to the seen a hurry up lets go. I Know you can do better with this thought and I hope you do.
I'm a sucker for poems about
I understand that this poem
It seems to me like it was impulsively written and as a result it seems unorganised and slightly disjointed.
I do however like the structure and punctuation but I feel that as a whole it lacks depth.