December 22, 2011

Fever.

the worst part of it all will
come fifteen minutes later
after the door has closed
and the nose has blown
and the cage has locked

and

it will find you
bleary and sober
pinching tears from the corner of
the right eye

where

it will quietly
moan like a scared kettle
right before it shrieks

and you will know that all
the collateral collapsing damaging
is you

and you will know
that the remaining weight
of all the words is the
velvet knowledge that you'll try to forget:

in every scenario
and here too,
it is your fault.

worse-
you'll never
take the blame.