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Jun 2010
I had the flu
When I was eight
Twenty seven
Blankets on top
Couldn't stop
My shivering

At five o'clock
In the eaveing
I got a hand
free from the pile
And saw the inch
Between the tips
Of my fingers

In every vein
was the same inch

Lump in my throat
One inch in size
Sinuses too

Everything = One

Then it would change
Fingers double apart
Throat double filled

Everything = Two

Then

Tilting my head
Twenty Seven
Degrees eastward
Focusing out
Bedroom window

A megazord
In my backyard

In every vein
My sinuses
And down my throat
I had the flu
Written by
Sam Kyker
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