(A work in regress.)
How Heartbreak Is Like Getting the Flu
The cold, it rips you unobserved.
The flu, oh, it may pass after a few days
But you want a vaccine for it; care of
someone brighter, an expert in chemistry.
Bodies have a memory, you see
and you keep the little injuries for life;
going out gets that much harder.
The coffee is inert on your sick room table;
it cannot mend, today. It shivers a bit,
(the world is chilly which makes the flu and heartbreak)
under the shadow of that rising wall,
atop a pathway crumbling, un-counseled, far off.
Damask in the silt
Little mice tense in skin
Making nothing from something
A little flu, a little sadness
It will pass in a few days – I aver.
I know nothing of chemistry.