[Thigs really do get worse at night.]
My family sat like a stomach ache in the house,
and I sat with it,
ate almost-gone-bad stale yogurt
and flipped through facebook--
bought some music to keep my mind off the dis-ease
and waited for it to come through.
Now the typewriter keys
are pounding out a non-rhythm
making little letters on my eardrums
and the music won't work.
Things slide downhill through the day
and end in a pile at night.
Wh-- are you.
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