The ‘coldness’ thing

reminds me of a poem I wrote
when I first began this journey.

I was staying
in a very
small
place
(that felt a bit
like *I* felt –
*small*,
that is.

so anyway.

A coldness lives in the shower stall
that can’t be seen, at all, at all.

But I can *feel* it, through the wall –
it reaches out to me.

shades of Grimm and Poe? early – fabulous! (sarcasm) childhood influences.

*what* were my parents *thinking*???????!!!!????

answer: they weren’t...