Lovesick

by Zach King-Smith

Love is
a funny thing
to deal with.

I lost it
once and
it made me
sick for months
afterwards

and then I
found it once
again in the
hospital with
a girl who
wore a white
gown that
parted in
the back.

I hope I
don't have
to go back
and lose it
again.

They'd
lock me up
for sure the
next time.