After we ate too much and then drank my magical concoction
– garlic, lemon, honey, cayenne, turmeric, ginger, whiskey, hot water –
the tea I hoped would heal my coming cough,
we lay down,
So much garlic, I said, beginning to doze.
His slow blinking toward sleep matched mine.
You smell like a steak, he mumbled,
and we laughed, a soft snort and a sleepy giggle. I know, I told him.
I lay on my side, facing him,
my hand tucked into the fly of his boxers
like it was a pocket.
His fingertips rested against my hip.
Soon, we slept.