…of perception

My furnace
wants me to be
a better person.
It is after ten
and the house
grows cold
with my prior consent.
I have asked it
to sleep
when I should sleep…
but I am not asleep…
I am broken
and propped up
to be warmed
by the tv.
I am cold.
Can you defend me?
…can you blame me?
Either way
it’s too late
and I should be
dreaming.