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.

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.