My location is either too cold
With the windows open
Or too hot with the heater on
I place my sweatshirt on

As I am at work typing
About the recent power loss-
The power goes-
With the gates down
Cars are trapped in parking decks-
My nose starts to run.

Outside- The hands of death
Kiss plexiglass
I look around the booth
For something to keep me warm
The MacGyver in me
I stuff my clothing with napkins

My supervisor comes by to check
For an emergency contact list
I cringe at opening a window-or door for her
An army of cold air comes rushing in
Gnawing at my body hair
Captain England shield- full of holes

An hr of battery life
I turn the computer back on
Power… Power!!!
From all over.

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