Shamala Gallagher

 Cold House Song

I have nothing to do

all day

but look

for
a red

thread

*

*

in the cold

house

my hot fingers

stalking myself

*

*

*

*

*

Others go to

work where the

door shuts

neatly behind

them 

*

*

*

I will pay

for myself

with the red thread

when I find it