Two Weeks

Last night, I noticed the spots.
round and red, they appeared on my chest
"Oh my G-d, your back, its bad" said my friend
Thinking back to two weeks, please don't let it be

100.3 F, as a matter of fact pointed out Ol' Therma
No, they aren't even itchy, they don't itch!
There no way, I've had them before
It can't be allowed-- I'm older now          right?

Two weeks ago--
two weeks though.

Trudging through the rain holding bags,
We held ourselves together with simple frowns.
My sister had the red dots, but we walked--still
with disbelief at the dots.

The bags held her bedding and clothes
For the others had asked timidly,
that she move out of her room to another- alone
so her leporous state would not spread

I helped and fed her but nothing prepared
for those two weeks and half later

My fingers search my body
there are bumps on my scalp, ears, and neck
One throbs particularly large behind my ear
these dots, they don't care.

Snooping around my body
Wreaking pain, with every step
Is that a hornet on my tonsil?
Nope, just another one of the dots.

They blister in form with pus
Only withstanding soft cotton and calamine
Unimaginable pain that forces tears
And the friends say "I must stay away, I can't get it".

"I know exactly how you feel" says
my sister- my only redeeming soldier.
She hugs me close "Don't worry, we'll start a
support group for adults with chicken pox after you heal."

Then we laugh for a while
at the absurdity of the happening
adults getting a childrens' disease
Somehow though, it's very hilarious

How funny, that life, I guess
has its' ways of making crap into comedy
The two sisters who both got the pox
within two weeks of eachother- as in solidarity to each other.