Wednesday, September 4, 2013

A cold that refuses to be called Common

Sometimes an illness claims a life of its own.

Yes this counts
As an end of summer
It has me dragging around,
Hoping that a hot shower
Will make a dent.
Yes this counts.
This cold has me by the throat
And nose.
This cold says
I have blamed
Mere allergies
Too long.
Call me by my given name
It says,
Accuracy is paramount.
I am not a simple spell
Of allergies.
I will not be called
I am your End of Summer Cold.
Hot showers be damned.

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