Friday, February 19, 2010

cold little house.

The heater kicks on
you can hear it igniting like a shuttle
the thermostat clicks and a spark hits gas

and every time it does
it sounds like someone's walking up to my front door
and I keep hoping it'll be you

because your nose is far too pretty
to not be kissed.

Tonight should be a warm one
click spark flame heat.
I pour the blue blanket over my bare bones
while my tea steams like an angry cartoon Frenchman

and I'll be up for a while.

1 comment:

Kels H. said...

I like this. It sounds like my house, only then there would have to be something about the old wood floor complaining.