You would think
something would be there,
rattling in your brain,
worth writing down.
And you would be wrong.
Chills in waves,
sinuses are raw,
pressure on the eyes,
cicadas buzz the ears
in a monotone song.
Pushing text around,
edits here and there,
delete key winning out,
nothing very strong.
Drag myself outside,
Missy needs a walk,
living in the moment,
bringing me along....
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