I can't stop blowing my nose.
On my sleeve, on my bed spread, on my co-worker's jacket.
My throat doesn't want to believe that it's time to be awake.
I can't swallow, I can't cough, I can't breath.
Dizzy.
Dis
connected
drawn into the back of my throat like so many walruses and so much snot.
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