Last night I emptied my pockets
In a mess on my dresser,
Dropped my loose change in an old blue mug,
Brushed my teeth in front of a cracked up mirror,
Changed out of my greasy shirt,
Tucked myself in under a worn out blanket,
For the first time in memory
Over nothing in particular.
Perhaps the fall of the Soviet Union
Or that dead squirrel decorating the intersection,
Or maybe just because
I couldn’t think of anything else to do
Nevertheless I found something
Buried deep in my damp pillow.
I wouldn’t say I’m better off
But my heart beat more this morning
Than since it last snowed.