2:31 pm

and i am waiting for you
your eyes, lips
to hear your raspy voice from my shoulder
in my hair

last week
you kissed me
inbetween coughs
words held stiff in my throat
stuck there with the sick

i want to tell you about fridays
my hands shaking when they type this
my digestive system in knots

when will you be home

always?

damn this economy.