Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

a case of the shingles

it’s this fucking sentimental time of year
a vector of sickness
to the body and mind

there are diseases
lying dormant
within my system

becoming burning nerve endings
when my immunity
is compromised

the smell of my father’s black suede cologne

the sound of your voice

and the way
loving me
in your eyes

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