Ye olde space heater gets some exercise.
I sit at the head of a bed or the foot of a table,
liquored up, cleaned up nice.
When haven’t I donned gay apparel?
I’d do a lot of things for some stuffing:
a body cavity to fill.
Yuletide and I finally remember
to get that mole checked out.
If staying in Denver counts, then yes
I am traveling somewhere sunny.
Women’s college basketball is back,
so I zone out setting up
cheerleader + point guard
blind dates in my head.
A mouse climbs the baseboard.
My mom tells me that if she sends grapefruit
in the mail and FedEx leaves it outside,
the little cells of juice will burst and go bland.
This is firsthand.
I tell her I don’t have a chimney,
but I nailed some socks to the wall.
And maybe not, to the club-soda fix
for the historical stains we grind into our fabric.
If there’s decaf, I’ll have some that’s mostly milk.