Sleeping Rough

Sleeping Rough


Before I open my eyes
I'm aware of a dull roar;
air brakes hissing,
cars honking,
the sound of high heels
on concrete.
It must be morning.

The cold
is unbearable.
I found some cardboard
to insulate me
from the sidewalk
but, my sleeping bag is thin.

There was freezing rain
last night.
I couldn't sleep
for shivering.
It's starting to snow.
I can't feel my feet.
Sometimes, I think
it would be better
if I didn't wake up,
but, here I am.