figment or not 

i'm cold




the cold reality

 

forecast for san francisco   monday   april 20   2020

 

cloudy skies early   then partly cloudy this afternoon

high 56°f   winds w at 15 to 25 mph

higher gusts possible

 

 

~

 

 

i am working from home   still getting paid   

marketa has nothing

coming in   except for some online private lessons 

 

with our income down   we have turned

the heat down

i am cold   exclamation point   point   point

 

high today of fifty-six   tomorrow

fifty-one   yikes

i feel dickensonian with my wraps and mufflers

 

and fingerless gloves and hat and socks

and slippers and tea

and hot oatmeal with brown sugar   and believe me   

 

it is no treat for marketa to feel my cold feet at night   but   

you know the old saying   cold feet   warm heart 

 

~

 

marketa   sixth-sensing my coldness

comes from behind

to rub and knead and massage

 

my tense and hunched shoulders as I type

i purr and i sigh   

i approach levels of ecstasy 

 

that not even terri   with all her tricks 

and stratagems 

could induce   i plead   don’t stop   and i beg   

 

never stop   as i approach   but

never-mind   

of course  she does stop because one must   there is

 

only one conclusion to be made   and i make it   nothing

exceeds that of hands laid on in kindness 

 

 

 

 





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Written on 2020-04-20 at 15:30

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Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
The atmosphere of this poem is that of happy domesticity even amid crisis. You seem to capture the joy and lightness of being most of the time in your poetry--and I adore that. :)
2020-04-20