Typewriter Rodeo: The Flu

Each week, the Standard reaches out to Austin’s Typewriter Rodeo for a custom poem on Texas topics.

By Jodi Egerton January 26, 2018 12:52 pm,

A poem for everyone who’s under blankets on the couch.

The Flu

For about fourteen hours

I could have counted

Every single hair on my head

Because they each sent out a firey nerve alert





And my temperature rises

And my limbs wobble

And the only place I can go

Is from one snuggly spot to another

I’m on fire

I’m freezing

I’m on fire

I’m freezing

I’m starting to forget what it feels like

To coast through life

At a temperate 98.6

Oh influenza,

Acher of bones

Breaker of will

Release me from your grasp!

Or at least…

Get someone to make me soup

and a hot toddy