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Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Lemon and Honey

I'm with a cold like I'm with child.
The smell of honey
is either coming from the mug of it
recently consumed
or the smallest traces of it
that might still be on my fingers.
Voice, recently lost; recently gained again.
Viral or bacterial? Will I sleep tonight?
Emergency water next to the bed.
A heavy head. It's viral.
Being almost mute is wanting
to tell the world "Stop!"
Today was a friend's birthday.
One of the girls here cried.
I couldn't ask anything.
I don't think I'll ever know why.

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