I don’t want the room to work
this hard. Half-drunk
can of IPA sweating
on the windowsill, thermostat
too high.
The bus schedule, the dentist, the
umbrella. I don’t want to go
outside. Wind and rain
adjacent to the fridge, bad
Feng shui
for dieting. I feel threads
of spinal fabric fray,
couch slouch, lethargy. Hunger
to become a migratory bird. Cold
enough to postpone one more day.
Leland Seese's poems appear in Juked, The Brazenhead Review, The Christian Century, and many other journals. He and his wife live in Seattle with a revolving cast of foster, adopted, and bio children.