Seasonal

A change in the weather
and a flu colonises my head.
It feels plague-like, medieval, 
and infiltrates my jaw, gums and back. 
Dreams disjoint nights
while the humidifier babbles 
like a flooded stream
filling the room 
with mist and eucalypt.
The virus, bee-like in its diligence, 
works its way down my bronchial tubes
to flower in lungs until they rattle 
full with seeds.

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Rosanna Licari is an Australian poet and writer. She is the poetry editor of online literary journal, StylusLit, and teaches ESL at TAFE QLD, South Bank campus.