On the doorstep...(a poem about another short spell of homelessness, and getting pneumonia and frostbite....on Halloween)

I waited for two hours,
thats a long time to need to pee,
poppet launched himself against the door,
In a desparate attempt to reach me!

My keys on the inside in my other bag,
and Hannah in a hospital visiting Eva,
I was really very cold,
It felt like forever!

I listened to the labyrinth sountrack,
and phoned my friend,
and sang,
The End.