Winter sun always low
always melting pools
always on your way out
around for once ?
make one of these count
Folded away in here the dark is almost warm.
wraps itself around me.
calms the rioting flesh.
But it’s not enough!
Scraps of lint pile up in corners where I can’t see them.
Feathers roam the air where I might breathe them.
I hope my eyes never adjust to this half light.