hands like sails in the wind
music stuck to our palms
as it poured through the current

air, a gentle caress
on our lungs
it never
ever
stung

lullabies at two in the afternoon
and showers at four in the morning

no one ever asked
"how are you feeling?"
with a distance cold
enough to shake your
bones, even through
the telephone

well
*i'm feeling better
i'm just a little
over-tired