Winterbourne Alive With Fever
for Inmaculada Cara Martin
This invalid's taken a powder;
This invalid's taken a powder;
the condemned line up in order.
Viruses, fall out!
Bacilli, prepare to die!
Winter consumes us all
down to the loneliest spark
pulsating through microbial flesh.
The leaky tap drips drabs of life
while I stand before the mirror,
gushing eye phlegm."It's cold out!"
I honk at the spout. "Cold! Cold! Cold!"
A misted face regards me, so weathered.
Oh, snot and blubber. I'm better!
Oh, snot and blubber. I'm better!
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