fuck a respiratory infection.
i breathe through gobs of gossamer,
sodden wads--esophageal.
tricksy things, lungs.
they clog like pipes
and flood the kitchen.
can i get a plumber's number?
this cough is dry and deep--
Grand Canyon, with that faint wet snake
winding along the hazy bottom.
wheeze along, Colorado.
wheeze for me, baby.
i'll hold my breath
till we make
the sea.
beautiful closing lines. get well soon!
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