Knock on Wood
Written by Luke T. Campbell
I’ve learned a new definition
Of Cold
Showers, seriously, try it
Outside, I can feel my nose hairs
Freeze, Frost, Frozen
I quite like this weather
Thank Ra for the Sun
Without it I’d curl into
A tiny musketball
Turned to lead
Lead the pack
Brave the ice
Early morning rising
Howl at the Moon (my old friend)
I am the pack
Two wolves inside to feed
Only two? Whitman and I
Have many—I’m sure it’s him
If anything I’m certain
I have (at least) five
V, becoming my favorite letter
Roman numeral five
The point of an arrow
A direction I’m headed
Down
Dead, Death, Die
I’ll meet you there
For now I’ve got Cold
To deal with, and fortunately
Some poems to write
