Convalesecence

Convalescence

I am swelling like a tumour
beneath this duvet
my shoulders glow like insect pupae
I am stronger than advanced machines

I could blow the roof off
this room
I am damp
with the pressure
of what I could do
to your spinal cord.

My throat
would have your finger off
but this strength
I have

is passing. My sinuses
carry fragile
items. I swallow
things;
kryptonite-vaporub glows
on my chest.