Winter for One

Crass commercial hearts tell me
I've got fourteen days to find love,
just a couple more weeks
or it's another year I spent alone.

I'm trying to tune it out
listen to my self, listen to the rain
and remember that March
is for the fishes who swim upstream, down.
But sunshowers seem miles away

and this cold, dripping rain
trip-trap trapping,
your talk, talk talking
is falling on deaf ears.

I wriggle harder, but it only cuts my mouth:
February's got its hooks in me.