12.31.2008

Pax Romana

Feed a fever, starve a cold
or maybe it's the other way around.
We'll be doing Aussie New Year
whatever that means
in Sickness and in Health
with fresh bedsheets
and four eyes on the prize.

You're warming up your car
so we can run for a quick cheeseburger
since the symptoms have subsided
and I figured the last one of the year
should be in your honor--
the last poem, not the last cheeseburger.

Like I said, a hell of a nurse.
The best brownies this side of the Mississippi.
And we'll teach you to cook meat.
My mother doesn't worry anymore.

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