The screen gleams sending out
blinding beams, Zach is in the shower,
forty minutes now and I've been back,
once,
twice,
three times,
he responded and I went outside,
an empty peach and beat
couch seat,
welcoming my silent musings
as they wander off,
I'll cough and spew,
a few words, a few verbs,
a few kicks to the curb,
then bounce back,
It's okay,
I promise,
relax,
I promise,
but you promised not to
die