A POEM ABOUT A VIRUS
CAUGHT A COLD VIRUS
IT WAS ALL UP AND STUFFED IN MY HEAD
FELT LIKE SOMEONE HAD THEIR FIST AROUND MY SINUSES
WAS TRYING TO PULL THEM OUT THROUGH THE BACK OF MY HEAD
THAT WAS FUN
BUT MOST INTERESTING
WERE THE INTENSE BODY ACHES
FELT LIKE AN ANTIQUE
A THING MADE OF CREAKING WOOD AND RUSTY HINGES
BARELY HELD TOGETHER AT ALL
HAD PAIN IN EVERY JOINT BONE AND MUSCLE
WAS GLORIOUS
FELT LIKE A 70 YEAR OLD
EVEL KNIEVEL
FOR A FEW DAYS
KNEW WHAT IT WAS LIKE TO BE OLD
STRICKEN
KNEW WHAT THE FUTURE HELD
WHAT OTHERS DEAL WITH MOMENT TO MOMENT
FOR ME THE COLLECTION OF ACHES
WAS LIKE A THROBBING PHOTO ALBUM
EACH PAIN A SNAPSHOT OF A MEMORY
ACHING FINGERS FROM PASSIONATE DRAWING AND WRITING
ACHING ARMS FROM HOLDING BEAUTIFUL BABIES
ACHING KNEES FROM A COUPLE OF YEARS OF CYCLING THROUGH
SUN GILDED LOS ANGELES NEIGHBORHOODS
ACHING FEET FROM RIDICULOUS BOUTS OF GOUTY ARTHRITIS
NOW
THE VIRUS IS GONE
IM YOUNG AGAIN
STRIDING ON TWO POWERFUL LEGS
SCRIBBLING WITH NIMBLE FINGERS
HEART STRONG
LUNGS CLEAR
CAUGHT A COLD VIRUS
CANT WAIT TILL THE NEXT ONE
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