Plugged

All would be
Well
If not for
My left nostril

Swollen
Plugged
Drippy
Making my eye water

Propped pillows
Lying down
Sitting up
Walking around

No amount
Of pampering
Soothes the discomfort
Drat it all

If I were a child
I would throw myself
To the ground
Pound my fists
In despair

But no
I’m much too
Dignified
For that

Moping
Moaning
Will do
Wrap sympathies around
My shoulders
Like a warm stole

Now
Where’s my husband?

©2014 Jill Baker