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
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