sick n tired n stuff

There is chorus of coughs 
On a public library floor,
Amongst books, and shelves, and tech.
She sits at the desk, by the door
Think of Petri dish, its wish…
Think of blownout tissues, depressed.
Of flu shots and hot lead.
Stomach in tight knots, gut rot red.
For blue antibiotics.
Need more peaceful rest.
To the holiday season,
I do my best.
No more hate news.
Just the local weather.
No more making light of asthma;
Im on an inhaler.

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