under
the bed wrapped
in a comforter, he's shivering.
his teeth
chattering up
at storm.
the cat
is inside
my sweater,
wearing
a hat and mittens.
there's a sheet of ice
on the goldfish
bowl.
their eyes are bugging
out as they rub
their fins
together.
burrowing inside
the little
plastic castle.
my wife is in the car,
smoking
a cigarette
with the car running.
drinking shots
of tequila.
okay, okay. i get it.
i'll turn the heat on.
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