The Roll Up

The sweat had taken position on my forearm

and forehead

and was beginning to take hold of me

I wasn't sweating

beading---

it was touching me

dripping fast and furious

until there was nothing left of me

at all

and my back rested against the bathroom floor

and the cold made it go away

but not for good

never for good

until it started again

drip---

drip

grab hold

and my last sight---

the blue spanish tile I never laid