I feel it begin
a thrill at the base of spine
a sudden shiver of fear, a walker on my grave
My bones regroup
My teeth can’t stay apart
My head beats like the sun
The sheets are heavy metal
They hammer me to the bed
Then a rain cloud storms into the bedclothes
Doctors in cool cotton whites
Suitable for the Congo, glide by in soft shoes
Nurses flutter like white paper
I’m an explorer on a glacier
Then on a boat in a malarial jungle
With my head drumming
Hourly I travel from tropic to arctic
Elevatoring from Equator to Pole
Finally
I’m high voltage
sparks shoot out from my edges
signs warn of the danger
I am not to be touched
I could power Manhattan.
POZ Verse: Fever
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