“Knit Cap”
A poem by Thomas Park
Big Sleep
Dry light
Through dirty window panes
One long Winter, no
Central heat
My apartment, South Side Saint Louis,
Small already
Reduced in essence to one bed, where
Under the covers I lay
18 hours night
And day
Covered in Winter coat,
Knit cap
To keep the heat in
So cold, Somehow the faucet
Dripped still
The slow percolation of warmth
As it approached
But never turned
To ice
A Schizophrenic Perspective 