Blueberry yogurt

Blueberry yogurt

Today, I shuffled up the stairs
to make myself some blueberry yogurt.

I flicked the lights on
treading carefully, to not
disturb the sleeping (or the pests).

I peek out the window:
I must have caught the one hour
where the city is dimmest.

I pick up my spoon
with a scoopful of frozen blueberries
and dip it into the tub.

My teeth crush the snow
-covered winter blue. It tastes
simple, milky tart, and icy.

I pull my jacket a little closer to me—
for a moment, this is all.