Yes, I know the Diet Doc scalds my gut’s
lining, cheesecake’s sugar courts infection,
and red meat makes you moan. But this sonnet’s
my amends for wasting hefty sections
of your brood with Amoxicillin. You
know, don’t you, how strep throat might have inscribed
my cold gravestone? I’m grateful you choose to
colonize quicker than I breathe, your tribes
of microbiota defending my
canal to the end, so to speak. Let’s make
a deal, shall we? Or should I simply try
to treat your family as mine? I’ll take
a vow to live better: Rather than hurt
you again, I’ll help by eating yogurt.
Roger Armbrust
May 24, 2008
