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.