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still sick
by Emily G Myersstill sick
um but i
got me a
sweet
little
nursemaid
and drugs
they make
my hands
s . h . a . k . e
not warm
but cold
not wet
but dry
still sick
it's ok cause
got me a
sweet
little
nursemaid
& you know i like the
s . h . a . k . e
honestly chilled
and dry as las vegas
but it's ok
thanks to that nursemaid 04/11/2003 Author's Note: So this started as a journal entry... which means it's entirely stream-of-consciousness. When I got to the end I said, "This isn't a journal entry... it's a poem." And there you have it.
Posted on 04/11/2003
Copyright © 2025 Emily G Myers
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Lori Johnson on 04/13/03 at 09:19 PM It does flow like a song, I can almost hear the melody. |
| Posted by Agnes Eva on 04/16/03 at 10:46 PM a poem eked out from feverish lips in minute observation - gets right down to that relief of certain pharmaceuticals :) |
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