Written for: The Twiglets #99 – “it’s weather”
It’s the weather outside
that is bone-deep chilling.
Here in my arms
a flame awaits.
by gusts of wind,
and sharp needles
of rain, the umbrella
took off in all directions.
leather, so they raised
He was told to weatherize his house,
this apartment dweller,’til his spouse
said we need a real house, dear
so they moved to the south near
her sister, and brother-in-law, a louse always soused.