Forty-eight hours so far
Phil has been sick this time.
He resurfaces occasionally
For the next dose of Nyquil,
And returns to bed.
I am competent enough
As a mom and a wife
That I don’t feel one-legged.
But I do feel like
One leg is a bit shorter—
Like my life, my days,
My thoughts
Are off-kilter.
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