Fever Pitch by Alyssa Asaro

The temperature rose quietly
Sweat culminating like words unsaid
You yelled at me
For the first time
And I couldn’t help but be a little glad
To finally be seen as someone you could get mad at
An equal in rage
I let out a smile
A slip that didn’t go unnoticed
We were getting somewhere
Far more comfortable than anywhere we’ve ever been
A detour towards the best of us
You sighed
Even rolled your eyes
And the fever broke

Alyssa Asaro is a writer and editor based in Chicago, IL. Her poem “Windowpane” is featured in Neuro Logical Literary Magazine and “Molting” is featured in Unlimited Literature. She can be found on Twitter @rambleshewrote.

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