Tagged: coronavirus

on day four hundred

on day four hundred
and forty-nine, inviting friends
to warm up our new

home – a luxury, and so much
gratitude that we’re still here
.
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in the middle of

after our second

after our second
dose, our anxieties put
out enough feelers

to confirm more than reject
side effects – still, we knock on wood
.
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we are one dose and

we will look back and

we will look back and
name these moments as golden
so much gratitude

amidst pain and suffering,
loss and never going back
.
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remembering and

remembering and
forgetting, remember to
forget, forgetting

to remember, remembering
forgotten, our pandemic fog
.
20210316:2027
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one year later,

one year later,
whether or not we
can see the light
at the end of the
tunnel is a
question mark,
curved and curled,
shrunken like
muscles out
of practice –
and still, we
will see what
we want to see,
doling out hearsay,
not just convinced,
but justified
.
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the foreseeable

the foreseeable
future forces us to put
our dreams on hold, wedge

our imagination in
dark places, stop breathing in
.
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with protection spells,

with protection spells,
great care
must be taken in
word choice –
and still, we
will slip up,
there will be
omissions,
like pandemics,
a deep freeze,
loneliness
.
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one year later, we

one year later, we
may have learned to tread water, but
we’re still hoping that

drained-pool politics will not come
for us as long as we’re kicking
.
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