Tonight I filled
a whole volume
with a clutch
of coughing,
which my oldest
book of illustrated
ailments said
was surely
the prologue
to an archive
of wind-related
afflictions—
There being
nothing left
to do but wait
and count,
I slipped
off my shoes,
rested in
an armchair
and agreed
to be fed a thick
slice of toast,
sprinkled with
brown sugar.
[LAG-other-response date=”01 16 2014″ url=”https://www.vianegativa.us/2014/01/anarchists-dream/” title=”Via Negativa: Anarchist’s Dream”]