Alive

This morning the grey morning, cold front came to my doorstep

to teach me
that the drunk boy
   purging in the bathroom
   pleading for love
   trying to harness what was before
   aching to feel complete
         reenacting how I have been
       
look, the grey morning got me high
     coffee and music, wandering in subspace
      a temporary dislocated spine from brain
       linked

  the cold front to teach me to enjoy the warmth
the layers
    blankets, sweaters, sweet scented flames

see, the cold front teaching me