Hey there Nonny!

You’re so sweet, thank you so much! 😭 I cannot front like he hasn’t completely taken over my head the past month and I’m very glad after the handful of fics and art I’ve posted of him that he isn’t played out already 😭😭

I cannot lie, I definitely forgot the medicine, but hopefully poor Vee trying to watch tv in the middle of the night because he doesn’t get a break from his nose, with a piece of tissue stuffed into the stubborn incessantly drippy nostril while he mouth breathes under the pile of used tissues cluttering around his body does the trick for you~

House call. Cats and dogs. 1880.

It's gray outside. Gray inside me. A thought

full of dripping clouds. Dingy to boot. Dim

sway. Dim tumult. Trifling waves that trot

along the lake shore. Shades too cold to swim

in. All my life I've fled winter drizzle's

bliss. Now, even in my sick bed, I spurn

those vast rains from Canada. These crackles

in my lungs are just like a “Nor'eastern” ––

all foam, blood and drift, sundering pain.

In my sick bed I hear the 'plash spume hiss

each time I breathe in. In my sick bed you

ask how it goes? Listen. That's frosted rain

in my breath. Once I could've weathered this.

This time there's no safe harbor to flee to.

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