Friday, April 09, 2010
250 mg Erythromycin

Barrel-shaped tablets, bright pink. I keep coughing and shivering with the chills I was warned about, the night sweats and drifting sense of lassitude that had me peering out the window of dru's Subaru yesterday at Chilliwack's magnolias; hazelnut farms; the Cheam Range, fresh with late season powder. And then, later, the powerful antibiotic beginning its work, deep sleep, uninterrupted by the cat grazing the mint plants on the window ledge. A sense of being reborn in a younger body. Of reconstruction. Of starting again.

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