I wake to neighborsand their whistlesmy boyfriend runningacross the lawnand everything still frozenI blink at the newsI nod with the talking headsI get another poem in my inboxfrom someone out of townfor Alex or Reneepeople we meanwell my hands are freezingI chat with a nurseat the bus stopwe’re all going on striketo stress testthe second civil warI refresh the browserwhat will men who moderatethe online encyclopediacall it next yearin ten yearsI’m looking for a goosedown comforterwith high fill power plusa purse fit for a manof my statureon televisionthe judge deliberateshow many ordershave been violatedmy brother asksdo I need to visitI use all the hot watermy electric kettle failswhich remedy isrecommended bythe Times editorial boardmy therapist sendsanother check-in emailI walk out tothe front porchthe torn skin on my thumbhasn’t healedall winterI press recorda chickadee is chirpingin the soffitnowhere visiblethe time is not nowbut later