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November 21, 2022
"Mes de los Muertos"

Virus in the Air, Spasms in My Back

By Michael Lee Johnson

Virus in the Air, Spasms in My Back

There's a virus in the air, but I can't see it.
People are dying around me, but I can't save them.
There are spikes pierced in my back,
spasms, but I can't touch them.
Heartbeats, hell pulsating, my back muscles,
I covet in my prayers.
I turn right to the left, in my bed, then hang still.
Nails impaled, I bleed hourly,
Jesus on that cross.
Now 73 years of age, my half-sister 92,
told me, "getting old isn't for sissies."
I didn't believe her --
until the first mimic words
out of "Kipper" my new parakeet's mouth,
sitting in his cage alone were
"Daddy, it's not easy being green."






Article © Michael Lee Johnson. All rights reserved.
Published on 2021-05-31
Image(s) are public domain.
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