Tagged: covid-19

no, we will never

no, we will never
recover the summer of
2021 –

autumn drags us kicking and
screaming into winter, a blur
.
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y

it is looking more and

it is looking more and
more likely that
we have been weighing
the wrong things, counting
and measuring
that which is
not easily
quantifiable, things we
can’t wrap our heads
around. we have
disassociated, splintered,
fractured ourselves for
too long to contain
so much, we can’t
be reliable data
within these set
values, even words
are no longer
enough, nor
meaningful
.
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y

here comes month nineteen

in the age of the

in the age of the
pandemic, we worry our
worry stones until

they hum – a bumblebee too, too
still, a phone call that never comes
.
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y

on our return to

on our return to
what was before, we think we
know the path well, but

the roads are under construction,
and they’re handing out hard hats
.
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y

coming home after

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

love, love, love, love bubbling,
gratitude spilling over
.
20210612:2043
y

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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y

in the end, there is

in the middle of

we are one dose and