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