I press my faceagainst the glass,blowing circles of aironto its cool surface.I step back,looking at the filmy,blurred image that faintly appearson the other sideof the window.I draw my name in the vapor.My finger squeaks on the glassas I drag it throughwhat 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 detailof my body,blurred by my breath.