Oh my dears, I am running out of Friday Love Poems! Do a lovey-dovey blogger's heart some good and send some, wouldya?
East Delaware Place
I’m sorry I broke quarantine.
I intended to leave behind
a sore throat, raw cellular
structure differently.
When you cough, imagine
my mouth is an orderly
soothing your neck.
When you sweat, collect it
in washcloths. Use them
to remind me the proper
flavor of a fever.
When you can’t get out of bed,
pretend I’m next to you, smack
the Snooze button like my cheek;
I’ll ask for more in nine minutes.
J. Bradley is the author of Dodging Traffic (Ampersand Books, 2009), The Serial Rapist Sitting Behind You is a Robot (Safety Third Enterprises, 2010), My Hands Are As Thick As Dreams (Patasola Press, 2011), and the upcoming e-chapbooks A Patchwork of Rooms Furnished By Mistakes (Deckfight Press, 2011) and Our Hearts Are Power Ballads (Artistically Declined Press, 2011). He is the Interviews Editor of PANK Magazine and lives at iheartfailure.net.
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