The Good Stuff
I have this cold,
and I think it’s sticking
around
for the long haul.
It’s nestling snuggly
into my chest,
Like a kitten, but less cute, and more hacking.
Tonight I took cough syrup,
the real-deal stuff,
the kind with codeine that triggers your gag reflex and rolls your eyes up
real far into your head
when you swallow.
That kind.
The good stuff.
I’m not sleeping yet,
but I’m watching
Lost In Translation,
I swear I hear a duck quacking outside.
Do ducks quack at night?
I’m not sure I’ve ever really heard any sort of fowl sound after dark,
but maybe
I’ve just never paid
attention.
Maybe, the ducks are softly quacking their pillow talk. It doesn’t seem right that ducks would have pillow talk though, when they are often the stuff of soft pillows.
Obviously,
codeine has kicked-in,
cough hasn’t quite switched-off,
and I think perhaps I’m lost
in translation.
