not in God yet —-good god
but in the weather—– never changing
the man in the elevator who won’t make
eye contact with me—-fingers
thrumming his satchel strap
I like to be a little cold—- what
I mean is—- I need to feel just
uncomfortable enough to know I’m still
alive—- once as a child I dug a tunnel
through the snow—- I had forgotten
what heat felt like—- I felt
so close to God feeling so close
to death—- all I would have to do
was take off my jacket—- lie there
for a few hours—- until the light
of the elevator buttons—- unlit
and said it had reached my floor
William Fargason is the author of Love Song to the Demon-Possessed Pigs of Gadara (Iowa). He earned a PhD in poetry from Florida State University and lives in Sparks Glencoe, Maryland.
