an even ten

and so another month falls blankly over
blankets and swaddles and enervates with an insistence
this deep, abhorrent will to be held
me: oh and you: oh and of course everyone : oh well inside
of me
without you?
there are other ones, little me and big and the deep
coat of winter may stifle or even stilt
the long white tarp will drag and also tear
and so another month falls blankly down
chills, freezes, preserves.
for another day: oh, and another him: oh and maybe you
in the end: this, this. enough.