Winter Child

Frost creeps around the window

Injecting frozen yogurt on its edges

Pushing open

He jumps in

instantly staining the floor white

Poking around the dreaming cupboard

He bites a slice of bread

an apple

and the fingers of a fork

Jogging on the restless table

He manages to send the vase of flowers

flying to the sink

Kissing the lamp goodnight

He flings himself away