It's funny to me that
I can say, without a
reservation, "I am sick
today," because what about
all the other days?
I had a chat with the devil--
only two weeks ago.
I'd wished I was dead
one month ago.
I tortured a cat
two months ago.
I cut your stomach
with a knife.
Three months ago I
broke up with her.
Four months ago I
cried about how much
I cared.
But YES! I am sick
today.
More than other days--
because they have a name for it.
Bronchitis
with
residual sinus infection,
ear,
nose &
throat.
The works.
So I'm not going in
to work either--and
they say some things
about idle hands I
can't quite remember.
The mind is surprisingly limber in this phase of sickness:
the body seems to suffer from the attack of invisible enemies,
but the mind is moving manically, maniacally, forward.
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