Sport 42: 2014
I’m under the influence.
I’m under the influence of influenza.
Yesterday, I sat in this chair and did nothing,
sat in this chair in the sun, dozing and dreaming,
dreaming and dozing,
my hot blood squishing through my plastic head
in effervescent pulses.
Today, the same, except that I try to reread
Joan Didion’s blue book
and have to keep stopping because
I can’t see for tears.
Cheap tears. Easy tears.
Tears big and round and grossly magnifying.