I Still Haven’t Learnt How to Dress for The Winter

A Poem

image by author

Facing the semi-frozen lake
buried in the trunk of a tree
I sat thinking
how still
I haven’t learnt how to dress for the winter.
Checking the pulse
going on and offline
on and offline
on and offline — all the while
I sat
disconcertingly quiet.
Like a wet park-bench
in the frozen aisle of my pockets
eyeing two pork claws
turning purple in the freezer.
I still haven’t…