let me order for you, you'll love it

i take

a chance on the Indian dish,

the one she's chosen

just for me,

which i

regret for the next

three days,

with a high fever

and stomach cramps,

curled on the cold

tile of the bathroom floor.

she knocks

gently

on the door the next

morning,

as i lie in a fetal position,

asking if

i'm okay.

if i'm hungry

or would i like

some coffee.

go away, i tell her,

calling her a name

that makes her leave the house,

and slam

the door.