Condensation

As the
wind
rattles
the
window
pane

I
wonder
is it
cold
where
you are?

Or are
you
now
just
over
heating

In
somebody
else’s
car?

Waxworks

You
can’t
hold a
candle
to him

She
said

You’ll
never
know
how
we felt

I wouldn’t
go near
him with
a naked
flame

He
said

For
fear
that he
would
melt