My friend was talking to her brother on Skype when a mouse–
Category: Dispatches from a Pandemic
everything we could stand to lose to the devil/
“I’m a big fan of letting people enjoy things,” a Twitter user named Sherryis washingherhands…
This is the day I am told I’m not essential. “I am too,” I say.
I had to be in lockdown with a soon-to-be-ex-husband.
A trifecta of trilliums, a triplicity of trilliums.
Once, existence was on/full speed, catching rumors.
his desire heated to almost a reckoning, and I
I waited for a stimulus check that I doubted would come.
I’d sip on my coffee while showing off my fishnet thigh-highs.
“I don’t see what you could do, unless you want to pay for a hotel room.”
Social distancing is a luxury only for the rich.
The beauty of code is instant gratification: I implement a feature, I test the feature, I see it work or fail.
I assume everyone is wondering when we’ll get to that third cup of wine.
Cash has grown more tattered than usual.
I saw you, Allen Ginsberg, gloveless.
The terrified revolutionaries binge on Netflix.
I say aloud, I want to love.
I get pulled over for speeding.
Before the virus, we would kiss in our kitchen after the kids left for school.
You were a good liar because you lied to yourself.
I answered phone calls from my mother every two hours, so she could “check your voice for corona.”
Cholera was raging in the middle of August.
I wanted to be in the mountains when it happened.
Every day they would wash all surfaces with carbolic soap.
A month will become a year.
If I come across someone I make sure I am the first to ask about the screams.
We hold our breath, if the road’s too narrow.
