kitchen floor in january

[Why was the kitchen always so cold winter mornings in our house in Provo?]

kitchen floor in january

the kitchen floor is cold this morning
white tile like stationary glaciers
the cold pours through my bones
from my bare feet, and i shiver
a winter fly, whose life is ebbing anyway
runs across, defying his name
i squish it stoically in a tissue
and look at the snow out the window
too biting and harsh
I look away and try to decide
which would be warmer
pancakes or eggs?