ginger snapped.

I am running shaking fingertips over bruised arms and puncture wounds

where the nurses couldn’t find a vein

everything is heavier today

my eyes are focusing again

and I wonder, what if I am?

what if I am sick?

in a real way.

I am shifting in bed trying to hold a pen to paper,

looking forward to dinner and a movie with Sam,

looking forward to being touched without a stethoscope.