My ears ache,
my throat burns,
my nose is alternately
stuffed up and streaming.
My body tells me
loud and clear
I need a rest,
time out, time off.
‘Go to bed,’
says my husband.
‘Stay in bed!’
But once I’m there
he hovers
demanding anxiously
at the slightest twitch,
‘What’s that? What’s wrong?
‘What can I do?
What can I get you?’
Peace, I think,
and silence. Solitude.
30 Poems in 30 Days: 23, include three parts of the body
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