Fever broke late last night,
but it's climbing up again.
Who put the broken glass in my lungs
to cough up once again?
Who slipped the ice cubes under my robe,
and the sandpaper in my eyes?
And who put syrup of Ipecac
in my coffee for a big surprise?
Best I can do this morning....My fingers are starting to shiver, so I think I'll go crawl under the covers...
Morning, K.
Stay warm. Glad the fever broke for you.
Looking forward to your full recovery and more wonderful poetry.