Life Becomes Long Winter

I don’t want the room to work

this hard. Half-drunk

can of IPA sweating

on the windowsill, thermostat

too high.

The bus schedule, the dentist, the

umbrella. "I don’t want to go

outside." Wind and rain

adjacent to the fridge, bad

Feng shui

for dieting. I feel threads

of spinal fabric fray,

couch slouch, lethargy. Hunger

to become a migratory bird. Cold

enough to postpone one more day.