Sick

SICK

dinner will be late
the war has spread
and I can’t stomach
the infection

can you resist the temptation
to chide? the poison can only
feed on the
charges you place
against the rhythms of my
heart

our phobias
collide as a cataclysmic
harrowing of nature
but i am not your enemy

our teacher
has instructed steps
to break apart the very soil
of our collective healing

i sit waiting

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