the injustice of a runny nose, sore throat
and headache, leaving me sleepless
in my bed littered with dirty Kleenex,
old magazines and Nyquil.
I spilled tea all over the stack of papers
on my desk, otherwise untouched
in spite of “working at home” posted
on the white board at the office.
a neighbor brings over cookies,
I’m too sick to be interested.
I watch a Netflix movie, and
wait for sleep in spite of this