But it is softer than the concrete floor
And my sleeping bag is here
Unzipped like a blanket
Except for the very end; that won’t unzip.

Wine from an old water bottle
With a carabineer clipped onto the lid
(I always felt really good about knowing it was called a carabineer).

I can see the mountains from my window
Sometimes the clouds cover their peaks
But not today.

Sometimes I feel okay that I’m not in Denmark
But not today.