started taking vitamins for you, you know.
relaxed my throat like you relax your chest, your ribs fall neatly into place
when they touch my spine like a quieted kitten curling
against a ticking clock.
you think my clock is ticking, sometimes, and worry of it.
you worry about my smoking or the fact that i hate
drinking water, how i don't run.
according to some website i will die
on September 16th, 2058 at 67 years old;
September 16th, 2058 is a Thursday
and i am okay with that.
besides, i doubt you'd want a forever with me
but i love you and
i started taking vitamins for you,
which is a lot