333 Kelvin today

candle sticks stuck
in a plastic flow to the bent wall
are the disgusted representation
of my exterior state
sweltering in the city.
And I thought this was supposed to
be canada
not havana.


the cat tells me,
also with her candle languidness
that she beacons to the wick,
always ready to burn up in chemothical mischief,
so she just lights there as a living log
, a testament to the pavement
of which the concept of temperature
cannot apply.