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


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. :)