31/365: Freezer

This frigid weather
reminds me of that winter
we had no money,
and there was nowhere to go
in my cloth coat and cheap gloves.

The freezer was full
with acid we got for cheap.
No one bought it, though,
so we wandered the halls high
and chanted soft litanies.

One night, three dollars
were swept out from the sofa.
They bought us coffee,
but my lashes froze solid,
leaving me too blind to walk.

Nothing felt humane.
I lay on the kitchen floor
and waited for fire
or a good, strong, Christian flood
to bring benevolent spring.

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The above poem's four verses are each based on the Japanese tanka.