YOU HAVE GONE TO FETCH ME WATER (4/17/15)

You have gone to fetch me water
disappeared into the trees
armed only with an empty poland spring bottle
and a smile

I am sitting here
waiting
I will guard our stuff with my life
I called out after you
well maybe not with my life
but with strength
I amended

Today we went to the Met
We caught the 6 train
after school
and entered the gaping halls
that swallowed us whole

drawing writing in the exhibits
making a curriculum of our own
we sat in front of George Washington
and considered his sword

Later we spilt out into the streets
trickling over onto Lexington
mixing in with the Upper East Side
after school crowd
that made me wish I were prettier
more confident
that made me feel estranged

We ate
We drank
We left
with talks of capsules lingering in our mouths
some thoughts I could not swallow
(I cannot swallow pills
they feel too lumpy in my throat)

The sun behind us
we dawdled into trees
took advils (you)
dissolvables (me)
for our heavy headaches
and splayed out on the grass
whispering in each others ears

laying there
my thoughts went elsewhere
(my head still throbbed)
you examined my visage closely
offered eagerly
to forage for fluids
in fulgent foliage

i complied.
watched you as you ran off
armed myself with a pencil
and considered you

(and now) I sit here
writing
thirstily,
you
have gone to fetch
me water