Waiting For The Thawing Time
Don't dare to speak to
the radio voices, because
the night is too cold
for open windows to
shout out of.
Locked up houses, their
longing contained in
each unit. People run
through them like rats.
I hope you stare at
the wall's divine emptiness,
and avoid hearing the stories
from the mouths of dirty dishes
in the other room. I congratulate you
on so much, that I keep it to myself,
until I can shout it through your window
once Spring time thaw comes around again.
Until that time, 8 months from now,
wrap yourself in a blanket, whom I'm jealous of,
that holds back the cold from your body,
as you sleep through the winter dream.