i sat down

i sat down to write a poem

i sat under the burning fire of the furnace

its lungs pumping heat throughout the house

intent on keep us warm through the night

i felt safe, the growl and gutter my protectors 

i sat under the sturdy beams of the first floor

and listened to the footsteps of no one above

i pulled a blanket over my head and narrowed my eyes at the computer screen

which told me of all the horrid ways we were making each other sick.