i paw
my way out of bed,
shower
and try not to look at my
face in
the mirror.
i curse
the bug that slayed me.
let's keep it dark
in here for awhile.
how did cave
men survive disease?
did they have wives
around
who took care of them,
went out
when you were sick
to kill the beasts?
how could anyone sleep
and stop
coughing
without Nyquil?
what kind of a world was
that to live in?
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