Rid myself of collection sell the furniture a move across leap of faith box up the cat arrive to the funeral home apartment a throaty cackle from upstairs reminds me that I am more alone than ever or just as. The fever comes on at night ice baths aren’t cold I have no strength to stand without juice or soup and I can’t talk to you. It makes me cough.
The truck delivers an angry driver I lie on the floor watch them climb heaving books they’ve brought my bed from California chest cracking hack I am unable to lie flat I sleep sitting up in my parka. The sky pinks Snow will fall.