A quick trip to the clinic if you can fake a temperature. Is it just my imagination or are you no colder than you were before? Even depression s not depressing anymore. Even disconnection can t connect us anymore. Turned on by thermometers? to quote the nurse who s quoting a movie. Call the clinic, I need a worse nurse. It would take a hearse to move me. I m sure you re shedding great fake lakes of saline sympathy. A colored contact for every emotion, for any occasion, for every situation. These plastic molded seats had to be cast from someone s perfect ass. Leaving the rest of us to squirm uncomfortably. Died of pneumonia that I got on the walk to get my flu shot. Buried in you perfect skin, like a catheter. You did all that chemotherapy just so you could keep hanging out with me. I didn t have the heart to dump you after that. Found naked in the noose now. Found naked in the new snow. They touch your skin, still insisting that you don t feel cold.