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i have tonsillitis.
the boy bought me ice cream &
a red, red rose to help me
feel better &
it worked.
yesterday was nice.
the weather was warm and the sun was golden,
& we walked outside inhaling the springlike air
the way lovers lie facing one another in bed,
sharing each other's soft breaths.
when night fell, my sleep was broken
& full of nightmares about
airplanes and rainstorms,
black clouds and hopelessness.
i hate the way illness even infects one's dreams.
when i woke, my throat ached
& the goldfish had died.