You Must Wash Your Hands Until They Bleed

Posted byJennifer PatinoPosted inpersonal, poetryTags:, , , , , , , , , ,





I.

There’s a monster keeping us apart.

invisible threat, it’s become
a bad habit to fear you.
i never believed i could
keep you out, but oh,
how i hoped. see, i know
i’m not that powerful.

you’re showing me
some things. you’re showing me
evil.


II.

When your husband receives a positive result
you should:

immediately separate. wear masks even though
your vigilance about them didn’t protect you.
get used to sleeping on the floor. your back
will scream at you. your hips will feel shattered.
ignore this.

will your already chronically diseased
body to work for you for once. force it.
cry when you need to because holding
that back only hurts more. allow anger
to happen but don’t let it overtake you.

you should (you must) wash your hands
until they bleed.

reach out for support from others
outside your home when you need to.
video chat him from the next room.
(remember when we were dating
long distance & this is how it was?)

take trash out every day. keep that 6 ft. of
distance when you deliver what he needs.
check in. don’t panic if he’s been sleeping
for a long time. wear a mask & make sure
he’s breathing, if only to ease that panic
you tried so hard to keep at bay.

wash his dishes immediately. wash them
twice. disinfect them. disinfect everything.
disinfect your willpower. get used to the
smell of Lysol.

hope for the best. pray. pray. pray.
trust. trust something even if that
trust, that faith, feels diminished.
avoid news. if social media upsets you,
log out. delete the app. turn notifications
off for everyone except him.

keep track of the days. take each one
as it comes. treat symptoms
as they come. have a plan but don’t freak out
if the plan falls through. if you can’t do something,
wait for the moment when you can.
smile for him.

you must wash your hands until they bleed.


III.

I will never break these habits:

i’ll hate walls forever. i’ll be angry at everyone
not taking a pandemic seriously forever.
i’ll seriously contemplate going off the grid
(again). i’ll wish i were in Antarctica. i’ll
associate Christmas time with another bad thing,
but i won’t let it kill my love of it.
i’ll curse capitalism. i’ll want to throw up
at the phrase “profit over people.”


i’ll dream of our hands touching.
i’ll dream of him being better.
i will feel his suffering like a sword
through my own heart. i’ll think of
every habit. every goodnight kiss.
every moment we laugh because
i’ll want to remember. it’s a habit.
i’ll never break it.

i will enjoy all the cheesy movies
we watch together on
separate screens. in separate spaces.
for once, i will be glad for technology.
i will thank God for it.

i will pray. i will wash my hands until
they bleed. i will hope to remain
healthy. i will call it a miracle every
day I have no symptoms. i will
rejoice when a fever breaks. i will believe
in the “when this is over.”

i will. i will.
i must. i must.
i am. i am.




Published by Jennifer Patino

Poet.

45 thoughts on “You Must Wash Your Hands Until They Bleed”

  1. Oh hunny šŸ˜¢ you are so much in my thoughts. Iā€™m glad you are posting, though I obviously hate the circumstances of the content ā€“ I love that your art is still beautiful and defiant!!

    šŸ¤—šŸ¤—šŸ¤—

    Sending all my love and prayers, I hope neighbours are at your window to check on you, and by some miracle you stay clear xxxxxxx

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      2. Also, got your email, but there’s an issue with Gmail. Yes, please send it. Just reference where it was previously published in the postscript. šŸ§”

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      2. The biggest, squishiest Christmas hugs to you both my lovely, brave, creative and beautiful poetess šŸ¤—šŸ„°ā¤ so relieved that ~hubby~ is rallying a bit and that you have remained clear. Can’t imagine how hard this has been, but I hope you get some sort of chance at a little holiday peace now. Christmas blessings to you both šŸ¤—šŸ¤—šŸ¤— xxx

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  11. Dear Jennifer. I understand your words. Poor daughter had the coronavirus twice. I clean-up my house and I healed my daughter with baking soda and water. Ginger tea and a lot of green type food and fruit. I re-thinked my life. I wasn’t a hand washer. I do now. Merry Christmas dear Jennifer.

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  13. Happy New Year to you both, hope your head settled to let you read, and that the rest will help. Congrats on your publishing success! Many hugs are being sent and we hope that *hubby* is getting back to himself. So glad you’ve stayed as well as possible through this!! šŸ„° xxx

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    1. Thanks Monty. I won’t lie, this new year has already brought some challenges, but we’re doing alright. I’ll just pretend the new year starts on Monday. šŸ˜ƒ Happy New Year! šŸ’œ

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