I have one purpose
and that is to be warm,
But I don’t know how to do this thing.
On cold, harsh nights
I know you want me
I’ll try my best, but you know I’ll disappoint
before you even wrap
me around your shoulders.
I’ll keep you up at night itching and prickling
the crook of your elbow
the nape of your neck
and raw you can’t sleep, not even a wink.
Do you feel me yet?
That’s for keeping me
the bottom of the hallway closet until winter.