The house of Usher
rises again from the swamp.
“Wherever you go… .”

A walk across town -
layers needed to survive.
The wind still peels me.

The sun’s slow rise
means a morning spent in bed.
Fuck you, Ben Franklin.

A cat by a fire
Stretched toes, biscuit body and tucked head
To be so at peace.

Permafrost runs deep
Even the sun cannot reach
No checking for change