and just like that, the cough, unproductive and wracking, came. haven't been out lately. no big crowds. no nothing.
there's just no accounting for it. and so with the sudden afternoon shower, another earthquake in japan, a plane crash in peru, even the muted sunshine in this late summer day, and this unshakable attraction to this man.
so even if it's still day, i take this night cough elixir. to make me sleep. perhaps, to rid myself of myself.
but even in my sleep, i hear this man's breath against the small of my back. and my entire body convulses. or is it from my cough?
my poor body. i don't know how long it can still take it. it has done so much feeling - the oppressive obsession to see the littlest of things, the kick of strong coffee served like hemlock in little cups, the febrile hotness of my cheek every time i speak with this man on the phone.
