The Funny BoneĀ 

Me, an hour ago. I always fall asleep in my chair, with the remote close by and my glasses still planted on my face. The only thing missing is Jernee.

I do not watch much television, but on my days off and at night, you can find me in my big chair, in a relaxing position, watching cartoons or a few movies. I almost always fall asleep before 9:00 pm, telling myself that I’ll just close my eyes for a bit, get a few winks. Tonight… I had to shake myself awake so that I can get my nightly dose of Thera-flu with honey into my system. 

I want to be able to breathe without struggling to do so and this regimen is necessary. Why is the body so leaky? We have too many spaces in which fluids go in or come out and when one is sick, certain fluids are icky. I am looking at you mucous, yeah, you! Ick! Now that I am awake, I am filling myself with a liquid that always helps. It’ll surely give my enemy mucous a run for its money. 

Hey, when you’re sick, there’s gotta be some type of humor shuffling about. The old funny bone has to be tapped a few times if you wanna survive. 

*Taps funny bone*

Ouch!

Innocence

Jernee: My Little Monster Protector

a raging storm sweeps the city
pulls up trees and downs power lines
and a little monster who slayed dragons
and warded off a lochness sea creature
counts sheep on my bed

staring at the rise and fall of her belly
I wonder, “how much action is her brain
dishing out as she sleeps? who is she
fighting now?”

surrounded by her favorite toys
love tucks her in
and I fade into the background
lose myself in words
and wait for the storm to pass