throw the hood up

cells divide
and conquer. you
don't feel
right.
the blood you give
is full
of yesterdays.
the wrong
food you ate,
the air you inhaled.
the worries
that you strapped
and carried on
your back
for decades. how
you loved
the sun, and lived
to bask
in its radiant
glow. this cough
is nothing, but
it might be
time
for a tune up. to
rotate your
tires,
and throw the hood
up
for a look see.
maybe tomorrow if
things don't take
a turn for
the better.
we'll see.