at home sick and taking care of myself
[scoff]
attempt heating up left-over soup in pan on stove
burn the soup and spill it all over stove top
cry
stare at the cottony rose blooms in the galvanized bucket on the living room table to feel better
and watch an experimental polish film that ends up not having any sex in it
[feel disappointed]
realize the world revolves around the color of my partner's eyes
[and the exact weight of his right hand on my forehead
and the measure of his voice anywhere near where i am to hear]
when he comes home from work
with the perfect cookie i wouldn't have ever known was my favorite if someone had asked me
he cleans up the mess in the kitchen while i lilt on the couch in crumbs
smiling