The Amazing Invisible Mom

Sniffle, cough, hack, sneeze,

Sit trembling near the toilet, on my knees.

Wretch, ralph, toss my cookies,

No one sees.

Six oh three,

no dinner do they see…

“Where is mom?! I’m hungry!”

Seems I’ve lost my invisibility.

(of note, near death experiences from flu may also cause delusions of poetic ability)



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