you sneeze
you drip
you cough, you
go through
a box
of kleenex.
you study
the small print
on the back
of dark
green bottle
thick with
a sweet
biting gel.
you swallow
it down like
a shot of tequila.
you lie
down. you put
a cold cloth
on your fore
head. you drool,
you dream
of summer.
Saturday, November 10, 2012
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