I Think I’m Catching a Cold
I don’t feel well today. I think I’m getting sick.
My blood hurts.
The DNA strands which lay cocooned within the nucleus of each cell of my body hurts in forty six different places.
Every time my fingers strike a key, microscopic flakes of skin fly from my hands rejoicing that they are finally rid of me.
Their joy will be short lived. Their illness will live on. I know because I can feel the phantom pain of the tonsils I had removed in the 70’s. They sit there, decayed in the medical waste section of a landfill. The carbon and sodium atoms that once were in those tonsils makeup, now move throughout the landfill infecting other waste from the 1970’s.
If you had minor surgery in the 1970’s and you come down with this illness, I am truly sorry. Perhaps you should take an aspirin.