JOKES ABOUT SPRING AND PURGATORY AND I AM SHIVERING

You told me you have memories

 to keep you warm.

I have memories too, 

They too keep me warm.

Warmth is a miracle. 

Sparks catching fire, miracles,

Flames, miracles,

Smoke, a miracle.

It is grey and bleak outside,

Static.

We went outside for a cigarette,

And the artist said,

Look even the wind isn’t blwoing.

We said,

Look it is purgatory.

But I don’t have to believe in purgatory

When youc an say

Such things

So we joke

About spring

We joke about

How there will be

A freak warm day

And we will go to

Hungarian and

Eat a croissant outside

And try to time our arrival

With cheese puffs

Coming out of the oven

While shying away

From waitresses

I am warm with you

In your apartment

The miracle of warmth

Of warmth in a cold place

These moments replay

I watch

Indulge myself

In reliving them

By pen

To take the visceral

And for a moment

Make it tangible

So I can keep it

In my bag 

Or my pocket