Recalled fragments, thought by spider thread
An anxious cursor blinks, retyped a dozen times
NRP echoes unread love letters ‘tween tense
Headlines that dim a frigid sky soon and sooner
The oven never heats, yet it spews sour flame
Pizzas burned in minutes or never thawed.
Woken from a cold dusk haze by bell tones
From one masked, forced smile to another
Twelve more minutes on a cracked screen timer
Fifty degrees higher, listen to the hollow hiss
Who was within six feet for fifteen minutes
Thirty six hours past. Fear, yet hope, for fire