Flu like a phantom
crept in with a silent sneer
setting up camp here.
All hail the warriors,
Golden Seal, Echinacea,
Etheric Healers.
I sleep for three days.
On the third day, I learn
flu causes sleep, not colds.
I rise from a dream
of white kites over a lake,
a cat curling by me.
White face like a mime's
mask, she gestures, black eyes blink.
I reach for her name.
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