sick this whole season one way or another
a spike of a splinter deep in my heel
deaths (multiple) in the family
virus illness then two weeks later
a chest and head cold virulent as pneumonia
while I sit here too dazed to work
boiling drops of tea tree oil in water
and breathing it through rounded paper towels-
if the One is holding me in place for some divine reason
will I live long enough to see it?
I can't help but think at times this is the killing shot
but coming in merciless increments
gradually by degree--
if I had magic left in me
I'd know--
Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
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