you’re sick?
of course, the muni/bart 
will destroy your immune system
don’t worry, you’ll win this war 
by spring

but, you’re sure it’s not 
an allergy to mold?
(the shadow of desert flowers 
blooming after the rain)

alone in my kitchen
steam rolls up
i’m trying to free my mind
trying to feel normal
between my eyes

i know this 
normal irregularity 
like the rain howling against my window
but the change leaves my brain lagging 
mucus rush hour pressed tight
trying to get out
uncertain which road
leads home

I’m doing a daily poem for 30 days to start the year. Like? Send a mug of tea.

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