Tagged: pandemic

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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you are

you are
gone, and we
are oceans
away, separated
by a global
pandemic, mandated
group quarantine, time,
electromagnetic
frequencies, and
chemical structure
the x, y, and z of
everyday coordinates
dissolve into more,
even more
dimensions as
memories discharge
.
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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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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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in the end, there is

in the middle of

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
.
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