Surfacing
from sleep
on a sick day—
rolling over
breathing deep
pushing the fever
down
down
down—
something in between
conscious
and unconscious.
Hibernation as medication.
Friends reruns
recognizable
in the distance,
distorted
by layers
of warmth
and weightlessness.
Surfacing
to bring the grocery delivery
in from the porch:
Nilla wafers,
white grape juice,
miso soup.
Not hungry yet,
but
at some point
I will be.
Surfacing
from sleep
with
one line of poetry
at
a
time,
crafting itself
(untethered)
under water.
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Love your poem and the feel of pulling yourself out from under as you surface. Hope you feel better soon! What better way to surface than with ‘one line of poetry at a time’?!
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Feel better. I can’t wait to read your poetry when you are well as this is a perfectly crafted slice describing your situation. My favorite part – Nilla wafers,/white grape juice,/miso soup. Certain foods for certain times. For me, it was always apricot juice!
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Pretty amazing stuff for a sick day! I hope you’re feeling better.
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If you can write like this when you are sick, I can’t wait to see what you do when you are feeling better. WOW!
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For someone who feels sick, you pulled through and BROUGHT IT with how you wove your words into a sick day poem. I hope you begin to feel better soon!
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Love the catharsis here, hope you’re feeling better and the poetry brings healing.
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Sick poetry! The imagery of surfacing from sleep and underwater word crafting really works. I hope you are feeling better.
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