I Hope I Don't Get Sick Poem by Raj Dronamraju

She ad hoc'ed me
She tick tocked me
Her hair smelled like smoke
And she liked to be kissed on the small of her back

I felt something come loose inside me
And the rattle it made pointed a beckoning finger in the corner of each new scene

I hope I am not getting sick
The taste of you has turned into a tickle in my throat
I hope you do what you do then disappear

The pain in my joints felt like conventional wisdom
Like the pain of a fisherman who never catches any fish

I hope I am not getting sick
In service of a Saturday afternoon, I now have a runny nose
And memories to give one a boost in unhealthier times