sick day, part 5 (finished)

i hate writing sick day poems
dragging on to 5 parts too many
for in those 5 days,
all i can think of
is my woeful body
and how much I moan
like a zombie on steroids

but finally,
good news!

i can actually smell now
i can taste a Cinnabon with glee
i can sleep well without coughing every minute
i can actually be awake and not be a zombie
i can feel good about being alive
i can start focusing on shiet I need to do
i can initiate thinking about washing my 4-month old bedsheets (gross)
i can do so many things
now that my mind is clear!


end of terrible poem.


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