I press my face
against the glass,
blowing circles of air
onto its cool surface.
I step back,
looking at the filmy,
blurred image that faintly appears
on the other side
of the window.
I draw my name in the vapor.
My finger squeaks on the glass
as I drag it through
what used to be my breath.
I wipe it all away.
The window is slippery.

Through the night,
I cast a shadow on my front lawn,
illuminated by the room’s light.
I see every sharp detail
of my body,
blurred by my breath.