It feels like a cold, with the people running through
here like blood transfusions in the ER.
The heater keeps the atmosphere hot, like
the touch of my fevery skin.
But the winter breeze coming through the window
and the ice cold water bottle against the sliver
of the exposed skin of my hip make my insides
cold.
No matter how many blankets I throw on
to sweat off the sickness,
when I get out from underneath it all
the air in here still feels
like a cold.
A bug caught from all the randoms
in and out, and it infects me. I breathe
it in and take it because
I'm not getting any better.
When it's early, early morning and
I'm finally ready for sleep,
I turn on the fan and pretend it's summer.
Trick my body
and feel disappointed when I go outside to
a cold day.
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