Lady Pestilence knows how to party. She carassed my arms, and I felt aches radiate from my wrists, elbows and shoulders. I felt sure a change in weather would come, but that’s not what she had in mind. She grasped my hand, raised it over my head. Ever the obedient subject, I twirled for her. The aches progressed, and I soon felt a whooziness take hold.
gathered cumulus
a drive past maples
by the bay
The beat carried on. She marched me up the floor. I don’t remember giving her the rose she carried between her teeth. Just the perfectly-timed steps, our eyes locked on each others. By the time I made it home from work, I was an aged decrepet, slowly undressing. Soon I lay on my side, shivering in a sweatshirt while wrapped in a blanket.
daylight
then coming night
closed eyes later
At some point she ran her fingers across my gut. The cramping refused to relent. The quesiness escalated to constant nasea, but vomiting did not happen. I drifted in and out, a plastic-bag-lined trash pill before me. No appetite at all. & I remained a T-rex’s chew toy even into the night. By the time I arose for work, all it took was one abbreviated meditation to realize another sick day awaited.
rising light
a slow return
to life
Thus do I account for my recent hiatus from writing this week. Stomach viruses are the real deal!
for dVerse’s OpenLinkNight #355
Frank J. Tassone 
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