Winter's coffee

Im beginning to like the pain

Sitting here
Staring out this dirty
Broken
Pane

The glass cracked from the chill
Minnesota's December wind
Howling my damnation
Across the plain

A sweet ray of sun
Cast across the kitchen floor
Teases me of months to come

Im beginning to like this pain
Creeping up my spine
Mixing with the chill
Willing me into a soft dream
Even as the kettle screams