I awoke tangled
In bears and linens and sweat,
After too many hours of sleep,
The fever I know is there will not
Break. Hand on womb, thoughts turn
But I am scared to retreat from others
Even you to save me.

I am not attracted to weakness
And it is unbecoming of me.
Slowly the spirits sinks when
The body of it’s nourishment is depleted.

All this and I keep smiling, humming, I am happy.