Too sick to be sick

in which I envisioned this article but didn't write it so you get the notes and that's a poem.

Photo by Avi Werde on Unsplash

[Image description: a section of a white, red and orange track of a roller coaster, with a view of people in the seats going up a steep incline]

Here’s how I was doing midway through the week before last.

At the time, I wrote the headline and subheadline, took these notes and meant to write a full article. But this is what I’ve got, so here it is, without further additions, aka Cranky Queer poetry.

(Also, when I pasted this photo I thought it depicted people plummeting down on a rollercoaster ride. But they’re actually going up up up. Before they go down. As it goes.)

Too sick to be sick

wed night: is the bed shaking?

thurs: i’m sick

roses and thorns

falling asleep while hiccuping

waking up

reflux online

kids in morning

bus to urgent care

urgent care

OTC

the bus is faster, and saw remnants of accident