Tepid air and t-shirt sheets,
I lay dormant, yet thoughtful
As the wind of various methods
Of transportation whisper in my ear
From afar.
My eyelids linger open,
Burdensome, but somehow comfortable
And I like my skin bare
Whilst the wind floats on through.
A dry cough keeps me awake,
Like I have been in a drought
For weeks, for months
So rash, so longing.
A full breath I take, but
Always interrupted and
A cool stream of water’s
Not a cure in the least.
Tepid air and t-shirt sheets,
I lay dormant and I like my skin bare.