I was in bed with something atrocious.
Maybe, I thought, it was zoonoses!
As I consulted my Big Book of Diseases,
again and again, I kept having sneezes.
Maybe it was zebraocity or a
case of gorillititis or
Clownfishitus hit me.
Dogfishtitus or a bit
So many animals I can’t
take it in.
How can we all fit
in the doctor’s office?
I’m sure I don’t know.
Pulling the covers up to my chin,
just when my Mom comes walking in.
She sighs, “Oh, oh, the Big Book again?”
I nod and she takes my temperature.
“I think it’s a bit better.”
She leaves with my book under her arm.
I get soup for dinner.
I can’t help but wonder:
how would a dogfish eat this