(no subject)
If only the pleasures of my mind would come to fruition
I’d breathe a little easier
If I could indulge, not once, but twice
my head would be screwed on nice and tight
but it’s cold in here
the heat fizzled
from dimensions out of my control
to think of just lighting a match
not to light anything in particular
but just to the bulb on top of the stick
to just hold it
to let it flicker before it reaches my fingertips
would give me just enough
to hold past this winter and into the next
long spell