My Jalapeno

Now, at this ten o clock hour
Temperature is down
Still coughing
But clear head
Comes brightening

Now it feels the mist is clear
And you, who were in my arms
Sharing my breath
Bought me soup, crackers,
Bananas and Motrin
Stayed until I ate,
Until I laughed,
Until I giggled,
Until I
Called you my jalapeno

You, where are you?

Featured image: Ballerina (2011) by Blek le Rat (

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