Ugh

Each scratchy sheet

a blanket to blow in,

a sampler of sneezes

and watery eyes.

The box is now empty,

I fill it with wadded

and snotty reminders,

a nest for a birdbrain

who left windows open,

and woke up to

headache and chest cold

and stuffed nose

and pain.

published in Alien Buddha Zine #57, included in Nolcha’s latest book, “My Pelvis Wants to Be Elvis,” republished in Doctor Funny