Hosting

Errant clusters germinating tightly, I invite them in. I welcome them. Fighting infection is far from the possible. Didn’t you know that laughter is infectious? Tiny colonies spread dis-ease, a ribbon of cellular folly along angry red flesh. They flourish on the vanguard, quiet in the deep. Ebola, e-coli, erroneous children born and buried. I rest with infection running rampant. I live with the germs enclosed.