Wednesday, April 18, 2012

18/30

Ode to Chores, On a Sick Day

Oh, To-Do list,
How I wish I could attack you.
Cleaning the bathroom sink
Scooping the cat litter
Finding a vet for Frankie
Getting the oil changed in my car
Burning all those backup photo cds.
Anything,
except lay here drifting in and out
of feverish sleep.
Staring into the wall
for unknown amounts of time.
Body ache and radiating heat
I will trade you for chores.
I will set aside my procrastination
for a whole day if you will leave me be.

Yours Involuntarily,
Sick Self.

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