Mumblings

I wake up. Open up the window to the courtyard. Standing there with the cold on my skin.
She mumbles something from the bed, wrapped up in the sheets, still asleep. The light does
not fall through the clouds. The cold only seeps deeper. She says my name, then speaks of a
city whose name I've never heard before. Pigeons scatter across the sky. I stand there until
the cold burns then turn away from the window & crawl back in bed, ready again to taste her
poison.