Friday, July 8, 2011

Sick. (The virus has taken hold.)

Now the question
of whether to go to the doctor
or wait it out. It’s embarrassing,
walking the parking lot lit by flashing red
lighting the note: Mild cold.
But how do I know what death feels like? or even gangrene?
If I don’t lose my pride for sure I might lose an arm
or a lung.