To a Friend Sick in Rome
To a Friend Sick in Rome
Me sick, and you sicker,
If only because I was sick first.
Today I should feel better
And you should feel worse.
Ill in our respective rooms,
At the mercy of a friend
Who moves between us
Like the shuttle of a loom,
I send you mending thoughts.
May this soon pass.
May you keep your soup down.
May you stop pissing out your ass.