you don't look good

you don't look good,

my friend

emily says, standing at the door

with her hands

on her hips.

what's up?

you've lost weight.

you look a little beat, and tired.

come in, i tell her.

get out of the rain.

i made you a tuna

casserole she says, but i forgot

it,

left it on the kitchen counter.

it's okay.

thanks for not bringing it.

i can't keep anything down

anyway.

she puts her hand on my head.

hmmm. she says.

no fever.

open your mouth. say ahhhh.

i do as she says.

huh. looks good. all pink

and rosy in there.

no  sore throat, no aches and pains?

nah, just feeling blah.

you know.

did your team lose, cable out?

run out of cake?

what up?

nothing. nothing really. just you know.