Ill

Val's Whitewolf MediaOctober 26, 2020Action, Emotion, illness, non fiction, Poem, Poet, Poetrycellitice, girlfriend, illness, Poem, Poet, shingles, sick

Shingles

Then Cellitice

Thought just went to sleep

Lost twenty-four hours,

Awake to sad gal

Believing I dumped her

People came on Sunday for those three non assembled beda

Thats what you get delievered

Walmart beds delivered in bits

Some in two different rooms

I’m just one sixty-one year old woman

Guess they ponded on the door

When I’m in a coma I’m gone

My only worry is comming back

The folks for the beds will come again

This afternoon the beds will go

Kittens had started chewing on plastic

I’m pleased that will stop

Funny thing I had told Sherry about Cellitice

Sherry still assumed I dumped her

I’m indifferent about that

I survied Yeah!

Wish I had champaign

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