I’m not sure how many layers
are required to feel warm.
Four maybe. At least
I’m not shivering any longer.
There’s warmth from friction,
a good shiver is as good as wool.
The price of electricity, shocking,
food and fuel shortages. Strikes.
No mail. Strike. No trains. Strike.
One more strike, and I’m out.
I dry clothes in the greenhouse.
When it rains. When it’s cold.
You know that trick: put dryer
balls in the washing machine?
He moved his car out of the garage.
It’s raining, he says, rainwater is
softer than tap water. Melts dirt,
and it dries without spots.
Everything is about drying lately.
Nobody irons anymore. Too costly.
We still have a hosepipe ban. It’s
raining but water’s still restricted.
I bought a bag of candles today
for when the blackouts start.
It will take me a while to peel
off all these layers tonight.
AI digital art ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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