The furnace clicked off an hour ago

The furnace clicked off an hour ago

and the floorboards are leaching the heat.

I’m flat on my back under the pipes,

watching a slow drip hit the dust.

When I inhale, the radiator's edge

presses hard against my side.

I can feel the ladder of my bones,

a row of thin, white bars

holding the air in place

while the house goes cold around me.