Two days ago you yelled at me.
You don’t yell at me often,
but when you do,
it’s usually for a good reason—
like when I try to kiss you
on the lips while you’re sick.
I know you don’t want me
to catch it too, but
we hotbox each other’s breath
in the bedroom every night.
We share air, and food,
and lives, and germs,
and viruses—
COVID too.
I knew in that moment,
kiss or not,
I’d have whatever
you had too.
No comments:
Post a Comment