things are cold, too cold,
what illusion can set decorations provide?
If I will see my breath and fog
my glasses with every exhalation, I expect
real surprises in addition to spectacle,
At home it is warm and I have my wine,
in my throat I have accents galore,
as for struggles, they are easily invented
Ben Nardolilli currently lives in New York City. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Red Fez, Danse Macabre, The 22 Magazine, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, fwriction, Inwood Indiana, Pear Noir, The Minetta Review, and Yes Poetry. He blogs at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com and is looking to publish a novel.
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