Burial Poem 7 --33 31' 49.74" N, 112 15' 22.86" W

Here on the bathroom floor
I lie in a burning shiver
and a clenched bowel
as the spirits of Ugh and Ack
circle round me.
"Two days, no burial."
"Well, the meat was pink."
"But who could see that beneath the sauce"
"Ah, the sauce was good..."
"Hold on he's dry heaving again."
"It won't change anything."
"True, he has to wait it out."
Ugh tightens around my torso
Ack climbs down my throat
"Maybe he'll see it as cleansing."
"Or he'll just hate us."
"So nothing lost."
and so we pass the time
until morning when they leave
and I can stand up.
Note to self:
Avoid chicken at Italian restaurant
stick to pastas, cheeses, salads,
and wine.

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