i spent an entire day with you before i got out of bed today
you smiled that innocent smile that
doesn’t believe in the awful things i do
to myself and my brain
when the only light is a chocolate scented candle
and the light glow of a zippo with the mexican flag on it
(oh, and the lingering embers, how they smoulder and gleam!)
but i looked at you, confused and sick,
and i waltzed in to find you
home alone and without guidance
so i chose to take you
and make you your favorite soup
while you sat in your bed
and his under comforters
i hid under them with you.
“but what if i get you sick?”
you cried,
congested and concerned,
to which i replied,
cleverly and proudly,
“there is no greater glory
than
to die for love.”
we both hid under the covers,
only our heads poking out,
observing swinging testicles and
having virtual pillow wars
until the moment your parents came home.
i climb out the window
(as if i could)
and wave to you in my head.
this one day was not long enough,
considering it lasted only ten seconds.