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MEDIC!
I'm at the whiny stage of the cold now. It's like the 5 stages of grief only with a bucketful of phlegm in my head.

Denial: What's that? a tickle in the back of my throat? It's nothing. I am not getting sick. No matter that 2 of my colleagues have been swarming with germs in and out of my office, I WILL NOT GET SICK.

Anger: Stupid %$#^%@! coworkers and their stupid $^#&$*!~ germs!!

Bargaining: If I pop 2 Tylenol now, I'll be fine, I'm sure. I'll just go to sleep a little earlier, and do my walk tomorrow. Yeah.

Depression: I hab a code id by node ad by froat hurtz ad by node is all red ad nobody loves bee I thig I'll go ead worms. wwwaaah!

Acceptance: My voice is SO SEXY!

Bonus Stage
Irony: I went to work today. Now I'm the germy coworker! muahahahaha!

Hey pretty internets, tell me more poetry, that will make me feel better.

Edited to add: Pretty please?
 sick
mood: sick
music: there is no music, there is only phlegm in the head


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A fellow writer who knows that I'm not much for writing poetry (and often not one for appreciating it as well as I should) asked me why. I explained that I liked poetry that hit me hard, and suddenly. I wasn't fond of Robert Frost-style poems that I had to think about and decipher, and all the poetry classes I'd ever taken were all about analysis, and alliteration, and assonance, and eventually all the fun of poetry was sucked out of it.

She pointed out that this meant I was much more interested in "improv poetry" -- written on the spur of the moment, with no planning, and, to paraphrase Anne Lamott: leave it lay where Jesus flang it.

So here's my first attempt at poetry in probably at least two or three years. I have no idea what I'm about to write.


It only takes a pass
A quick brush
The barest movement of air
My chest seizes for the space of two footsteps
You assault me without moving
Your face behind your cigarette smoke and deliberate lips
BACK THE HELL UP
BACK THE HELL UP
BACK THE HELL UP
BACK THE HELL UP
BACK THE HELL UP
And I move my way past
You and your car-alarm eyes

*stunned*

You wrote that just now with no preparation?! That was fabulous.

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