Thick and Warm

Sheets tangled round
my ankles
under a thick and heavy comforter in December,

To warm in here to get out,
to warm to be off enough to fix anything.

Same in my life,
to okay
to fix any anything,

well enough
to not be jumping up to.

Sheets tangled round
my ankles
for real or by day.

I stay
wrapped up
in comfort,

wrapped up
safe away from life's December
in the north side of this sphere I live on.