I told my boss I was sick
And she asked what it was.
It's a condition with symptoms
of running away,
pushing away,
lots of aways.
Then you hold
on to people,
hold on to memories,
lots of holding.
I wanted to tell the truth
but they normally don't grant
days off for hands shaking
with rage and fear
or throats sore
for screaming truths
and lies.
It's the flu
I spoke,
scratched voice
wobbling phone.
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