I curl against the radiator, pressing close in need,
I'm craving its heat, the familiarity of its contact.
It presses ridges into my side and back so that the
clear metal burns my flesh making me cringe away,
then back again, unable to get enough, needing
to be nearer, so close I cannot be separated,
nor distinguished as a different object. The heavy
heat bites and makes me heady and flushed. I cling
to the reality of the radiator, even as I become lost.