weird boy

sick

Weird boy gets sick-
doesn't turn up to class.
I feel a little lonely.
I go to our dorm, and he's in bed
with tissues stuffed up his little nostrils
and a mountain of other tissues on the floor
and he's reading girly magazines.

He looks up, concerned:
"Be careful, don't catch my cold."
I go and sit on the end of his bed.
"I could use some time off," I joke.
"I missed you," he whispers,
"me too," I reply.

I get a cold too, but he comes down
and we read magazines
until the day is done
and our noses stop running.