This was me, the last week:
'Viruses are
my sister's children
who have come
to stay at my place
for the
weekend.
They try to
get into the cupboards.
They draw with
thick crayons
They run up
and down inside of my head
with small hands
covered in marmite and jam
which take
forever to get off the walls.
They bang pots
and pans on the floor.
They wipe
their feet on the centre of my tongue.
They cry
loudly in the middle of the night.
Sometimes they
swing
on that dangly thing which hangs
from the back of my mouth
until I cough.
I eat broken
biscuits all week.
No wonder my
nose runs.
'Viruses' by
Glenn Colquhoun (NZ poet, and doctor)
(Photo courtesy of Neonnettle.com)
1 comment :
While Im sorry to hear youre sick that did make me smile!
get better soon my friend
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