warped wood

i bought a roll of cheap foam. the yellow backing tears wrong. glue sticks to my thumb. i jam it into the warped wood. the window frame is rotting. October wind shakes the glass. i press the strip down the gap. it barely covers the crack. i sit on the edge of the bed. a draft hits my neck. the cold air still gets in. it blows through the keyhole. it scatters ash across the linoleum.