Day 1
I'm starting to feel the shiver
in place-
comforted by layers of blanket
and ice;
worsened by thoughts of sleep
and sleeplessness.
Day 2
I'm starting to seek comfort
alone-
imagining Royal Tru-Orange will
relieve this affliction;
fearing that plain water will
only make it high.
Day 3
I'm starting to believe the
worse is yet to come-
a febrile state in make belief,
that no paracetamol
can ever manage.
7.28.2008
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