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    • dmf
    • December 13th, 2020

    Love in the Time of Swine Flu

    Because we think I might have it,
    I take the couch. I can count on one hand
    the times we have ever slept apart
    under the same roof in our five years,

    and those usually involved something
    much worse than this sort of impenetrable
    cough, the general misery involved
    with dopey nausea, these vague chills.

    But this time, we can’t risk it—our small son
    still breathes clear-light in the next room
    and we can’t afford to be both laid
    up on our backs with a box of tissues

    at our sides. Especially now that I carry
    a small grapefruit, a second son inside me.
    On the couch, I fever for your strong calves,
    your nightsong breath on my neck,

    and depending where we end up—wrist
    or knee. I fever for the slip of straps down
    my shoulder, I fever for the prickled pain
    of lip-bite and bed burn. I get up and come

    back to bed. We decide it is worth it. I wish
    my name meant wing. The child still forming
    inside me fevers for quiet, the silence of the after,
    the silence of cell-bloom within our blood.
    -Aimee Nezhukumatathil

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