Winter, get thee out
of my underpants
For my bottom is so
weary
Of being cold
Numbed by fickle wind
That creeps under my
doors
Between my sheets
To steal my hard-won
warmth
I suck from a hot
water bottle
Wrapped in a pink
pillowcase.
Remember what is was
like
To wear a Tshirt?
No??
Remember, even, what
it was like
To wear nothing at all
So hot
The air
The sun?
No.
Remember
Your feet?
Your toes?
That haven’t seen the
daylight
In many many months?
They wiggle I am
certain
In their woollen cocoon
But I cannot be sure
For they too are as
numb
As my arse.
Winter, get thee out
of my underpants
You have no business
here
MAKE SOME ROOM FOR
SUMMER ALREADY WILL YOU?
