My house is too cold to be a home.
All heat has escaped
whether it be from under a door,
or the cracks of a broken window
there is no heat.
My hands shake
like the shaking of a picture frame
after a door slams
my joints scream
like the screams engulfed in doorways and paper thin walls
put on a sweater,
hide under a blanket,
drink some warm tea,
nothing works.
because my house
is too cold
to be a home.
