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    TWO POEMS

    Nov 01, 2020 1 minute
    DIANNELY ANTIGUA

    Diary Entry #2: Quarantine Sonnet

    Every once in a while, especially at night,in the time it takes to mourn deaths and letters, if I’m dreamingof the theater orIf I’m dressed in a sweater. If I’m temptedto kiss the green on the side of the road.Every once in a while, especially after flushingthe toilet, in the time it takes to make a loverof the neighbor’s door, in the time it takes a little leavento leaven the whole lump, if the breeze can’t keepa secret—at the lake, at the grocery store, at the church.That’s when I watch from my window, Americariding a tricycle of ruin. And the schoolsspill out her mouth. And the libraryis closed. And the clouds are closed.

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