If you believe at 5:00 p.m.
some pink light on the eastern horizon,
then maybe you are no longer sick,
vomiting out of habit, hot and timeless
under a Hudson Bay blanket
with its six slash marks
to show you are a queen. If you believe
the light in the sky, maybe your whole family
can march forward now, ready for life again,
no longer bringing the inside to the outside
in such disgusting ways. Someday, you’ll deal with
the bathroom
(and other places, too),
but today, it’s enough to be near a window
when the sky goes pink, and here you are,
a witness once again.