FLU.

Dec 11, 2007 17:13

On the red fouton she is perched
the safety of which was discovered
when the alarm bells ceased upon arrival
since when is the north pole sweltering
and the rest of the world is freezing and quaking?
the tremors spread
every now and then a volcanic structure
coughs and sputters
threatens
kleenex in hand, she stares
she must prevail
she takes another gulp of juice d'orange
she will prevail.

hahha, I know, weird. I'm really sick. I haven't been this sick in quite some time. Feel free to drop off presents or soup or fluids. (But if you don't that's okay, dad is bringing some stuff for me.) I'm sooo bored, and I really wish I didn't have to be practically quarantined from my friends. Oh, cruel virus! Oh, cruel world!

flu poetry

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