her body was cold.
try as i might, i just couldnt get the damned thermostat to work properly.
i was tired of buying new fish, they kept dying, even with the modest heater i had purchased the week before.
i would wake, shivering.
pieces of my cieling are falling. i place a bucket under the wet spots/
all nite i listen to the music of my crumbling house, my crumbling life.
her raggeed breathing, and grinding of teeth.
i still remember her breasts, warm and soft to the tongue, raised like buttons..
now my back is tight, dried out feeling.
i notice myself grinding my teeth against the cold/.
the cold