My body was sick for yours,
so I crawled into bed and cried.
I didn’t care who heard me, ignored
the knocking against the door.
The sunlight came and went. When
the rain arrived, I could hardly breathe.
Chills curled around my spine as if it
was labeled “shelter.” My eyes were
I just finished writing 365 poems for 2011 (husnahkhan.blog.com) and am excited to start writing for 2012 using a different website. Enjoy reading!