Filled with something sweet
was the heaving cardinal bust.
Comfort…in a comfortable place.
Small rooms, fur of the wolf, burgundy feathers
I would throw my heart away for warmer weather.
I am tired…so tired…
I lay in bed with the furnace fired.
Eyelids shut, in my baby’s crib,
broken bedframes of Adam’s rib.
Covered my head in woolen blankets,
Sailed my dreamboat 'til nightmares sank it.
