everything is sad today
because i am sick
still bleeding
from the razor
when it trembled
in my weak hand
sitting in the shower
naked and delerious
the steam rising
and then i crawl
under the quilts
shivering and panting
turning and turning
so my aching back
will stop crying
my fever swollen head
is heavy and throbbing
my restless legs are
tickled and weak
the measured seconds
and humming silence
ring distant in my
leader ears and only the
fleece that covers me
is friendly and warm.
