Poems Are…

Winter
I am tired of the way the stale air
lies when my radiator rattles and pings and
mostespeciallythat
it is defensive about it.
go ahead and hiss
you sonofabitch radiator.
your air is used
but I breath it anyway, but
it’s not my fault. whatelseamIgonnado?
I was just out there…
andnowImbackin because
winter is what you come in from and wait
out
present company be damned.