422. Decayed 

About my current flu… 

Dear hateful pox,

I must protest, 

With all my whitest, white blood cells,

Against your new assault. 

Although my soul rejoices still, 

My body lives decayed of will,

And I will sip my hot drink til,

You lose, this ain’t my fault. 

(Photo – Eli Woodbine, Toronto, 2017) 

3 Comments Add yours

  1. I am right there with you, a cup of lemon juice and brown sugar (forgot to buy honey when I ventured out into the world of gray cold). At the store, my first stop was cold meds and they’d been very well picked through telling me a lot about the state of health in my town. Sigh. Poor everyone.

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    1. eliwoodbine says:

      Poor everyone indeed. I’ve been working from home almost all week! So dull.

      Get well soon!

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