I hope you're warm this winter

because I kept your coat

after you left me shivering

on the cold tile

of my bathroom floor.

It's much too big for me,

the coat, I mean.

Still stinking of cigarettes and cologne,

you're immortalized.

I came to your apartment

to return the coat

when the temperature dropped,

but your rottweiler answered the door.

That dog is still alive

because I fed him

every day

that you were gone.

I heard Llano County 

doesn't insulate their cells.

The jailhouse will get chilly

and I won't be there.

I hope you're warm this winter,

because I surely will be,

in this coat.

You had your chance to retrieve it

and now you'll probably freeze.

r.w.