the summer flu
slays you.
the lungs full
and wheezing, a
headache, itchy, cold
and chills,
the ache of muscles
and bones you forgot
you had.
soup everyone says.
chicken soup
and fluids. get some
rest. take a hot bath.
do nothing, but
you have not patience
for illness,
you become an infant
in a crib crying,
stabbing at the light
with pink feet
and fingers.
Friday, June 5, 2015
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