january blues

you are done
with the month
of january. white
ice, sleet and hail.
the debris of the holidays
washing up
on the shores of
your credit card
bills.
there is nothing
but a long
snowy stretch of days
and weeks.
you stare out
the window at the string
of christmas
lights still
nailed to the board
below the gutter.
you feel the groaning
of your gut,
rounded out
by the leftovers,
the pies, the naps
with a plate
resting just below
your chin, empty
once again.