Little time, The Laundry, very ill

The steam from my Lemsip clouds the glasses of my mind

Tissues, tissues, said Amanda

And the girl with the eyes that weep a tale of mucus, laughed

A cough was the rasp that erupted

A cold ago

Now

I, in my bronchitic image

This Benylin I take

The chill east winds

Wool scarf-bears of us make

Flem, phlegm, Fleming, Phlegming

A tissue?  Atishoo

Rachel Fleming 2007

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