I’m cold.
My eyes ache.
Fire! From a balloon. Just imagine it’s my feverish mind.
I’m reminded of a little ditty I once wrote:
Burning, something’s burning
Everything has that smoky flavor.
It has a tune that I’m hearing in my head.
I know, it has nothing to do with a fever. It’s about an apartment fire.
But I’m feverish, so you’ll give me a break.
I need to go drink more water now.