heat poem #2

hands feel cut up and scratched
rough like sandpaper
it's just the winter
the cold outside
the cold office
the cold home
the space heater is on
drying out the air
the humidifier is on
but still not moist enough
not warm enough
slip under the sheets and blankets
toes greeted by crisp cold sheets
hoping the body warms them

heat?

tell me when the heat comes on
then i'll go down to one pair of pants
i'll hang up my hat and vest
until the heat comes on
i'll be hiding under this blanket
with a shivering cat resting on my chest