I try to comfort him
Now burning against my cold skin
He curls into his desk
Attempting to find sleep
In the oblivion of his crossed arms
I rub his back and neck
Giving frigid comfort when he burns from fever
Him tan and warm
Needing white, cold relief as he sleeps
As I rub his back
Cloth both rough and smooth
Then circling around a mole
to scratch his spine
hair gelled down
rubbed from behind his ears
He waits for class to end
So he may play in the football game
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