Feverish

In twenty years
I might try hugging a heating pad
With one slightly damp corner
Leaning against my shoulder
And a bag of sand or two
Attached to it with duct tape
All that would be missing would be the occasional moan and
The possibility
That
When given the option of going outside for some fresh air
The heating pad
While running a hundred and one degree temperature
Would ask to pull his sister in a wagon