you sleeping so far away & dear to me

the tremulous convulsions
of your ornate frame 
worry me sick: make
me regret being so apart.
within boundaries 
i stake my claim, 
that you should never
have to carry yourself
through the morbid storm
alone, when i could adorn
your doorway with care-
packages of home-tried-
and-true remedies, least
or most of which packaged
in my presence which 
fights no bacteria but 
the delirium that you are
forgotten— impossible, 
untenable, such a frightful
postulate, O ornate
bed-ridden lightning bug,
these shoulders can carry
the world for us both.