I’m tired of this hacking cough
I wish these bugs would bugger off.
It’s hard to breathe; I’m prone to sneeze.
I wish this cough would stop!
poem- sick February 11, 2014
Snuffling with fuzzy head,
her frigid feet
in search of heat,
she creeps, shivering between the sheets.
Piled high with fill from sheep and geese
duvets do not suffice to thaw her feet of ice.
As her teeth tremble a timpanic tintannabulation
of unsympathetic vibrations
She seeks cessation of sensation
in the oblivion of sleep.
Shawn L. Bird 