sick and waiting
for sicker
i know
how these things go
how illness
breaks over me
like a wave
and gets the worst
when it rolls through
my chest.
my head’s
not quite balanced,
it’s a raggedy doll’s head,
stuffed and bobbing
on the aching piling
that is my neck.
i’m alert
for wheezes
between bowls
of soup vitamins echinacea
salt water sprays
and gargles,
catching up
with the soaps
where such mundane
illness is the least
of worries.
--Zann Carter 04.28.09
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