off

6 Feb

at 4:02 am electric cut off
it sputtered twice or thrice
and died like everything else
and then it was dead
four hours later
i was sat on a chair
wrapped in blankets
looking out the large plate glass
at barren trees branches homes
there was no coffee
so the world was in much disarray
i read saramago
and watched the cold morning light come in
i went into the washroom
and did my business
bundled in layers
it was awkward and constricting
hemingway once said
hunger is good discipline
and while that may be true
cold begets lucidity
or madness

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