I am ready to talk about quarantine.
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A poem written under quarantine.
My husband, unfortunately,
my blood can’t handle
any more apologies, insistence
on the right to celebrate
There is time between waves of excruciating pain where I’m relaxed, even peaceful, because the waves have just turned into trickles and it’s more manageable.
Why keep ourselves so constricted to something as meaningless as a clock right now?
It’s springtime in the middle of a pandemic and between the hand washing, concern, disinfecting, and time spent in prayer, I’m thinking about powwows.