My body seems to fill less of my apartment the colder the weather.
I love it.
Opposed to,
In heat, when every molecule feels swollen
Putting my heart on mute.
Causing my bones to press into my muscle as my muscle grows into my epidermis
Lingering, a glistening perspiration
till
My body becomes a water fountain.
This fountain spills over
Only as I,
Climb flights of stairs—
But what a gift to be mobile.
Only as I,
Am in the midst of disappointing—
But what a gift to be given opportunity
Only as I,
Wait for results—
But what a gift to practice patience
But what a gift to be given minutes