June 24

I'm rolling in my bed
I can't breathe in this heat
You're under the sheets
I'm alone

My head itches
I can't find my hands
It's so dark
It must still be day

I can't see you
You're under the bed
You're hiding
From one little word

My neck is wet
And now, my pillow
The stink of pollen
You're under the floor

Like an ice cube
Cracks in water
I open my eyes
The fever is gone