Many
mornings
After
Roland has gone to work
I’ll
open the bathroom window
Because
I am hot
I‘ll
leave the window open all day
And
Roland will close it
After
I fall asleep
Because
he is cold
When
we went to
Aunt
Neone’s funeral last year
It
was cool jacket weather
At
least in Salt Lake City
Where
the funeral was held
But
the burial was in another county
Where
it was cold
And
snowing a theatre snow.
The
snow itself did not seem real
But
we all could have used coats.
Monday
was hot. Roland had left
The
window open and the fan was on
I
don’t even think he was covered entirely
With
blankets as he usually is
And
yesterday was overcast and cool
Last
night it snowed. That weird theater snow
It
feels like Styrofoam. It isn’t cold.
But
the air is. I can’t believe how hot I’ve
been
And
how cold it is right now.
I
personally would rather have the cold
The
theatre snow, the grey.
I
do like sunshine for the light. But not
the blaring heat.
After
Roland goes to work, I’m turning the heat off.
taken at 7:00 am
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