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
Pain
Pain
Ache
Pain
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
