I eat my weight in little oranges
I’m ill so I eat my weight in oranges I cook too much chicken soup with onga seasoning, habaneros, an ungodly amount of ginger, and as much garlic as I can bear I don’t really appreciate garlic but it’s supposed to help me get better I offer my roommate chicken soup cause she’s sick too, but I’m also sick I read somewhere heat's supposed to kill cold germs but still, and she was sick before me, but there was a 3 hour overlap before I developed a scratchy throat after she moved in, so I don’t think she gave it to me or I gave it to her you can't catch a pathogen 3 hours after exposure I chew ginger root and might chew garlic but I'm not there yet not that desperate yet well actually I am I use Vicks and buy the shower vaporizer thing I drink honey and lemon with emergen-c I’ve been bed rotting for days and avoiding the news I think I got my coworkers sick two people called out sick a day after me perhaps someone was asymptomatic, there was coughing I look at the cough drops scattered on my bedroom floor they didn't even help my scratchy throat, my scratchy throat was the worst of it could barely sleep then gum helped though I look at the paper towels I’m using as tissues my sick room My nose is perpetually stuffed I lie on one side, then switch one nostril is enough one nostril is better than no nostrils I wonder when I’ll feel well again I take NyQuil instead of dayquil so I sleep from 5-9:30pm and try to keep up with my hw My mother calls to check on me my brother has been saying my name even though he’s nonverbal she wonders if I’m ok if I’m still alive I assure her I’m still alive I haven’t died yet I think of being ill I think of endings how all life must come to an end and creature comforts I try to not to fall for another vegetarian air sign a corporate baddie who dreams of horticulture is southernsweet and has two cats named after food I try not to crush but in actively trying, I think of them I'm afraid to begin to find someone precious again I’ve experienced enough heartache to not be so easily given over to lovesickness the list of lost loves is getting too long I wasn’t made for that type of life, loving and losing I'm a lesbian, we U-haul and get a cat and shared bookshelf shit I tiptoe and wait I stay busy cause this is the busiest summer of my life [derogatory] not in the way I enjoy either I also remember that life is really short but a feeling can feel like forever especially the hurting ones I mean they soften but the blue takes a while to fade or the red or the cold or whatever adjective is applicable to the feeling it lingers I space out dates my heart is still tender she’ll be at my door in 24 hours to bring me things with ginger for immunity and this relentless cold I wonder if I'll have to call out of work again I'm so so busy I could outbusy a bee in springtime I’ll be this busy for the next 2 years Anyway, I remain congested and now I’ve consumed twice my weight in oranges they're little oranges tangerines, clementines, nectarines I'm unsure I'm about to finish the whole pack I’m fixing to get the last one after I finish writing this
your favorite pocketbutch,
Louiseintheskywithdiamonds