Once the hallucinations stopped,
packed the fever into carry-on bags,
and took it with them,
I began to recover.
The first thing I ate that wasn’t soup
was a fortune cookie.
The tiny slip of paper inside read,
“School is a building that has
four walls with tomorrow inside.”
School, I thought. My heart swelled
with how much I had missed it.
But it was Friday
by the time I recovered.
I’d have to face the weekend:
two tomorrows outside of school.
I pasted my fortune to the inside cover
of one of my notebooks
and circled “School.”