Zero + One

My temperature increased by three degrees,
which made me sleepy, chilly, unaware
of any appetite. Not painful, these
conditions, and I knew they signified
my body fighting off activities
engendered by coronavirus cells.
I gave full rein to my immunities.
I sneezed alone, and slept, and left repair
to what’s inside instead of pharmacies.

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