Warming

Rub my hands together, rub them together. Touch my legs together, touch them together. Breathe a little in my mouth and give me life to warm.

Opened shades and unlocked doors and workless days and in my little room there is a ceiling so low it pushes against my nose and the blankets are heavy and they fall to the floor around me and under me and beside me and away.

My only warmth comes from the sun's reflection on the early moon. My only warmth comes from the friction of my life against the air. Run and run and run and run and run and run and run and run and run and run and run and run and run and run and run and run and run and run and run and run and run and run and run and run but I've gotten nowhere.