Space Heater

Ticking and tocking,

Clinking and clonking,

The heater’s adjusting

While my heart is busting.

It's a guaranteed struggle,

Reliably less-than.

Gut my spirit,

Log on,

Call it zen.

The clock moves forward,

It mocks, it dares.

But I can’t see the lines when a sound isn’t there.

I don't like the ticking or tocking.

I need the heater’s constant mechanical balking.

There’s no suspense in the middle,

Will it tock? Will it tick?

The drama in waiting is making me sick.

Just give me your socket,

A way to get in,

I need something warm now

That’s never ending.

I don’t care if it’s rusted with sparks on the wire,

Just promise you’ll try even when you’re on fire.

After all, my heater does,

So what can I think?

If not for this space heater,

My heart would shrink.