And Thank You Very Much
“Aw, buddy,” his Daddy said, “You’ve been holding on to that cold for too long.” “It’s time to give it away. Go share it.” Ha. Ha-ha. Ha-ha-ha. So he gave it to me. Not the gentle, nose-running cold. The throat-scraped-raw, Eyelashes-on-fire Oh, my hair hurts Sinus infection Kind of cold. And today I can’t talk.