I wish I had a laptop or an ink ribbon for my type writer so I could hide neath the covers of my still covered in plastic matress, why unwrap it when its not rested? I wish I could find foods that I in all my health struggles could stomach. I wish I could sit on the couch next to my brother all day, even if all we watched were his math videos and all we did was draw skulls with sharpies. I know these words sound repetitive and mundane to you but they feel feverish to me. I wish I smoked. I wish I was moved out already, waking up next to my boy safely tucked away in his arms and sweetly rested and healthy. I wish I was moved out already, spared from this limbo of waiting and paychecks and saving. I'm going to steal her soaps and two of her mugs because this morning she nearly sent me packing, I could feel the words hesitating just behind her teeth and I clutched my coffee cup.

-A.H.