The Cough

Tight chest wheezes and cracks
With the cough’s concussive force
Beating back and beating down
All resolve with each sharp explosion

Writhing with each small agony
4 a.m. is so far away
And passes with so far to go

Locked in a ferocious fetal ball
Cramped and immobile
Only thoughts move
What have I done to deserve this?

— GB

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