Tagged: covid-19

coming home after

coming home after
four hundred and fifty-two
days, so much privilege –

love, love, love, love bubbling,
gratitude spilling over
.
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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 end, there is

in the middle of

we are one dose and

maybe between the

maybe between the
first dose and the second dose is
the realization

that there will be boosters after
this, and everyone’s a prophet
.
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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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scouring the city

scouring the city
for that elusive first dose
of a vaccine that

will maybe perhaps likely
set us free is a slow set-up
.
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remembering and

remembering and
forgetting, remember to
forget, forgetting

to remember, remembering
forgotten, our pandemic fog
.
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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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