Little time, The Laundry, very ill
The steam from my Lemsip clouds the glasses of my mind
007 Moonraker 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
One Last Dance move Flem, phlegm, Fleming, Phlegming
A tissue? Atishoo
Rachel Fleming 2007
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