Blue Ribbon Love

When did you ever love her better

than when she was throwing up?—

both of you standing,

she with two hands on the plastic bowl,

you with one,

your other around her retching ribs,

so thin and tortured,

everything backwards.

You offer as comfort

your greatest insight,

it’s a darn shame,

and put your noggin

against her noggin,

watch the drool.

Oh Dear.