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Odds and Ends No. 31

My quick wit jotted this down for later:
I think I’ll get dressed so she doesn’t
think I’m dying when she gets home.

Then I thought, maybe I better lighten
it up a bit: I think I’ll get dressed so she
thinks I look better than I feel when she

gets home. No still not right. I’ll think
on it. The fact is we both got hit with a
weird virus some days ago. Weak as heck!

(I always wanted to say that. Have no
idea what it means. Heck? Okay, maybe
it is a takeoff on “Weak as hell.” But what

does that mean? Hell is weak? Hell isn’t?
Wrong. You can bet the next sunrise that
if there is a heaven, there is a hell.

Sadly, a bunch of folks say otherwise.
And we have the free poetic will to write
so. Turns out this virus is a great diet.

But I wouldn’t recommend it. I didn’t eat
for three days; drank hot tea and ate plain
toast for two. Slurped plain ramen last

night. Still alive today. Still can’t look at
a vitamin straight on. Marathon sleeps
don’t help me write or proof my book.

I’m slugging through it today a bit. She
made coffee but I couldn’t do it! She went
to work like nothing happened while I’m

dying here! (Do men handle illness worse
than women do?) You don’t have to answer
that. Rhetorical, sort of, for pure poetic

effect, of course. This will have to do:
I think I’ll get dressed so she thinks I feel
better than I look when she gets home.

(It’s the tea not quick wit. There I said it
before you did. Do I dare try coffee?)

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Poet, Writer, US Army (Retired)

I dreamed of writing when I was a youngster. The love of books and writing may have helped to dull the pain of severe sexual abuse as I was sexually abused by two men at my father’s place of work from age 8 to 12 or so. I learned about this for the first time when I was 50 years old. So, as a boy, reading was the only place I had to go to. My fantasy world was better and safer than my real world. I loved reading and writing.
Reading books and writing poetry are a joy to me still and are an important part of my life. (See my About Me page on my blog for the complete profile.)

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