Who hath wrought this winter?

I sit, cold. 

cause it's cold outside

which runs my heating bill up inside

keeping me in one room

I snggle into my blanket, 

a room cold save a space heater that hums

hums in a steady drone that soothes and hypnotizes

and provides a warmth

it said it would on the label

and I am warmed

under blanket, sheet, and other sheet

semi warm

enough to make me tarry in my morn

moving from warm bed to hot shower

seeking warm embrace

did I shave?

oh that water too cold

I'll grow a beard instead

heat on in my car

Just gets warm enough when I finally get to work. 

Ugh

I long for the heat heat

like the summer sun 

which gleefully beats down upon my soul during a long walk

that saps the strength and makes my sheets soak with my body dew

which makes me sweat from breathing

ah, glorious

let the glorious man juice

my essence

pour from my armpits

did I use deodorant? 

I do so love me some heat

but now I sit, cold. 

 

I sit, cold

layered up

undershirt, shirt, sweater, jacket and scarf

that is quite jaunty

fashion forward

but still nippy with that bit of wind full of chill, 

my skin bits exposed

where my not quite summer body

its work in progress, work with me

where my not ever quite summer body

slips from it's coverage 

and the cold seeps in 

like stiff gravy

like molasses

like something cold that moves slow and sticks with you for a while

which keeps me in the house

against the blustery weather

not that I go outside a lot in the heat

but it's the heat damnit

I do so love me some heat

but now I sit, cold. 

Who hath wrought this winter off of backorder?