2001/3cups

In bed, having
my three cups
of warm water.
Evander beside me
bathing.
The furnace rattles
and roars,
blowing out cool air.
I am cold around the edges
and too warm
beneath the comforter,
as I always am.
I have decided in all things
to go to the point
where I discover
the pretty,
the positive,
some indicator
of health.
It may require
that I stare
at people in public
for a good long while.
That’s okay,
I always have.

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