A fever, a freakout, a lesion-like spot newly risen
and the frenzied drive to the clinic for a cheek-swab,
negative, on our anniversary no less. Now dozing
lover, I promise never to compare this labored
breathing with the dusk the cicadas' so-called singing
hangs over this day.
Booth: Vol. 2
, Article 1.
Available at: https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/booth/vol2/iss2/1