I caught the baby’s cold and I feel worse
than she, apparently, because I’m old.
(Of course, she can’t communicate in verse
or prose, so maybe what I claim’s untrue).
I got my body home, where I could nurse
myself, and chuckle every time I sneeze
(alone I will not let the bug disperse –
infection stops with me for this bad cold).
I’ll draw a bath and let my germs immerse.

(Magic 9)