not dead yet

you lift your head
too quickly
and the room
spins, a frost
of sweat
rises on
your forehead,
your heart
clicks faster
as you lie back
down in bed.
this could be
the end you think,
closing your
eyes and listening
to a dog
bark outside
the window. you
hear your neighbor
talking about
how she's going
to make gravy
this thursday,
pondering which beer
goes best
with a deep fried
turkey.
this cures you.
you can't die now
and leave the world
to these people.