When I was sick
The pillars of my neck fluttered in patience,
Everything below my lungs curled into noose knots,
When I was sick
My teeth ached from the cold of the winter,
The stutter in my palms introduced itself,
When I was sick
My mother remembered her favorite bottles,
The taste of their poisons too good to forget,
When I was sick
September was the only month on my mind,
All the sundays in the world could not suffice,
When I was sick*
I remembered the when the sunlight snuck away
Buried itself between me and all my questions
Oh how I would love to feel its warmth again