For The Auto-B Poem by Douglas Scotney

After a hot shower
a half hour or so
before going to the show,
I felt funny
and ate an icecube.

It was hot outside
on the way to the show,
before which I drank two mouthfuls of cider,
and, in the queue to which, I felt faint
and sat down before entering the show,
in which, after ten minutes or so
in stuffy conditions I felt faint,
clambered over the seats, went out
and sat on the ground, head between knees,
for twenty minutes or so,
after which I returned to the show.

People might have thought I had Covid 19;
so if someone who was there
comes down with 19,
I
might be asked
to be seen.