Been shacked up with the pig sickness
for the past three days and I've noticed
some things:
The peep hole on my apartment door
is for seeing much more than the Asian delivery man.

You can't really fuck when you're sick.

I dreamed of a lithium sea of sweating mermaids
with half faces whose lips were never chapped.
And the links that melted us all together broke
into a million pieces and we all started over.
Something fresh and something new.
Something worth this sweaty sickness that's chained
me to my bed and forced Tamiflu down my throat for the past
72hours.
I saw you play with your hair in the mirror outside the elevator,
I always love this time of year when the skirts get shorter. I waited
with a bag of trash to throw down the chute. I wouldn't dare step out now
and let you see me like this. Oh Chinese is here, never mind,here's some
flu, I didn't know her anyway.

05/20/2009

Posted on 05/21/2009
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