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WARM

my bed
is warm

and
woman-free

outside though
death is
gaining ground

icy fingers creeping
closer centimeter by
centimeter

like
I got bitten
by some toothless
snake

was a complete
joke and yet
some venom got in

so think
I’ll lie here warm
in your absence
your beautiful absence
(and yes, I am, aware
this is
decidedly ambiguous)

counting sheep or
frozen lamb chops
until I myself
refrigerate

aim for a thousand, then
close to as infinity
as this poison lets