your lover has a cold and you swear off her/him at least for a few days and then in the middle of the night you can't resist and you get heavy into it and all is great and then your lover/partner says while you're kissing him/her "fuck what about my cold?" and then you realize it's too late you're just going to die so you might as well enjoy the pre-dying...
yeah, i love that part.
until the next day. where's the fucking zinc tabletss...
maybe i had this one before. you can't get it again you know. your immune system has perfect memory. much better than your brain's memory. did you know that?
makes sense, doesn't it?
i was gonna go shopping. now i'm waiting for the funny little catch in my throat like a job interviewer.
i feel lucky. oh so lucky. keep saying that.
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CAUTIONARY VALENTINE
I’m waiting for the zinnia
seeds I planted to sprout
it’s Saturday they probably
won’t be here audibly
till Thursday after
the new moon’s
invisible gong
goes off through the dirt
have you ever gotten down
right inside the dirt
and waste to feel what happens
when the seeds arrive
don’t get caught as I did
between those worlds.
I felt my hands between the two worlds.
Post-humus.
Your garden works.
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