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