Showing posts with label fever. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fever. Show all posts

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Feed a Cold

R.A.D. Stainforth has the sniffles...


It's good to eat
when you have
the sniffles.

Your head is a bowling ball,
but go ahead, gorge
on chicken soup
and copious whiskey.

Lay it on a pillow,
stuff tissue in the nostrils;
call yourself
Princess Vanilla,
even though you don't look it.

As for starving a fever,
it's a little too risky ―

you always prove 

deliciously beneficial.


tk/October 2012


Sick Woman, 1665, by Jan Steen
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