Spit it.
Thin it with endless bottles of water gulped down.
Smear it like butter on shirt and sleeve.
Curse when a sneeze punches it out of
you onto some surface for all to see.
Hide from work beneath its excuse.
Emanate its odor with every breath to the disgust of your lover.
Hoard it in the Kleenex vaults of a wastebasket bank.
Ward it off with pills whose name you wonder at the origin of.
Pray for your child’s exorcism from it.
Choke it down in a public place.
To lose a little, you must ooze a little.
Suzie said,
September 25, 2011 at 9:03 pm
Like the last line. I smile with the familiarity of the situations.