the mistloe

her cold
is now my cold
we shouldn't have
kissed beneath
the mistletoe,
or in the hallway,
or on the stairs,
or in the subway
car, or
on the rooftop
and before we
went to sleep
and when we
awoke. her cold
is now my
cold, or is
it the other
way around, but
i blame it
on the mistletoe
for getting
the whole thing
started.