A dripping faucet's
plik plop
contrasts nicely with the silent sensual movement
of a single streak of water
leaking down the southern wall of my room.
Outside the rain falls unabated
and the cold wanders in
from gaps in the window,
filling up the empty space around me.
Inside
the fire sputters and spits.
I crank up the metal heater
hoping for some warmth.
I hold my hands over it for a minute
and reach for my throw.