Yellow Jacket Fevers

Between delirium and begonia sheets

I saw your face

and you said distance will not change us

I cannot hear you

my ears, they ring loud, white static bells

My eyes are heavy

pupils widen to ocean horizons

acid expansion-

sliding backward, tipping marbles, a crushing landslide

my pillow was there

but my jaw cracked in half under the magnifier

lying loose

on the gleaming laminate floor

forming half-eaten words

gulping small blood

She wouldn’t let me turn on the lights

I only saw her sideways

she snatched my Tiffany glasses from limp

hands

I still reached for them

I did the night you left

I remembered a warm smile

the curl of playfulness echo in a voice

It was you-

the door slams

shut