If you have no immune system,
and you know,
it's pretty much guaranteed
that you will catch your roommate's sickness
and it will grow,
this virus inside of you,
until you are 102.4 degree fevered mess,
one degree away from hospital admission.
That was my week. MRSA,
fevers, mouth sores, lupus ailments--
oh, what a week.
Today I got out of bed and went to my parents house,
taking the ferry to Atlantic Highlands.
I had not been out of bed since Sunday,
save for doctors visits and a truly MISERABLE trip to Duane Reade,
where I leaned against a Claritin display for support
and sent it crashing
to the ground.
Today I got onboard,
found my seat in the back,
and the sun hit my face,
East River spray soon to follow.
I breathed in,
and as I am wont to do after a rough few days,
I felt true,