oh, you made the common winter flu virus
jealous the way you dispersed yourself
inside my veins and refused to go without a
fight;

disheveling every fragment and fiber
that supports my frail bone structure,
provoking all 25 trillion two hundred million white blood
cells, rattling about in the stream that
keeps me alive and;

with this,
I noticed the way you ordered yourself to be
a bandage, but I soon discovered you stitched
it on too petulantly for my liking

Perhaps, you are the winter flu in bad times
but everyone knows that I’m
already sick for you