Shhhick.

I lay flat
wearing thin clothes
protecting my thin skin.

Chills through my bones they ring
rickety rickety
like the old telephone dials.

The sound amuses me
a perfect conjunction
to the paint on my walls,

cream...

The sun made them luscious
like melted caramels.

I took three pills today.
one for flu,
one for the head,
and the other for that rickety sound.

My body felt airy
Characterless.
My eyebags were gone.


I didn't do anything,
just lay in bed,
ate when hungry,
drank when thirsty,


got advice from old people
who are more fit than I ought to be
"Don't eat bananas, if you have flu."

Why?

"'Cause it's a cold fruit."

Oh, they love me.
What an arduous day.
Really.