i am feverish and half cognizant
of where i am and what is happening
i must have taken several lead paint chips
like bullets from that old, colonial house,
they must have shot into my open mouth
over and over,
until i swallowed them
and became quite sick
never to be the same again-
something like that must have happened-
im sure from my stomach’s reactions
it was something I ingested
i am overcome with it.i am feeling feverish
but i said that already, or didn’t it?
See? even my grammar is suffering.
i dont know who you are to me
but i am groping for you
its your name im calling already
and you lay your hand on
my hot head and kiss it
you are there for me
i need you to be.
so i try to keep my temperature
even. i try to keep it a secret.
i want you to hang in there.
i have a feeling it’ll get better,
this fever dream, with you in it