Fever 101

A fever like an introductory college course.

Preparation for the certainly worse to come.

My doctor disturbingly unconcerned about this number.

Pills melt to nothing, like ice cubes

in a glass and my blistering brain.

 

101f-38c

(This poem’s title might suggest a connection to Plath’s “Fever 103” – but I don’t see one.)

Advertisements

Leave a comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s