CORONA

9.27.21

10:33 PM

one month today this poem’s tracked
crisis calm and crisis again
much boredom much time passed
by narrating the passage of time
words clung to high branches
how did I get way up here
I was asleep half asleep
avoiding time or hiding
behind under in time
time won’t find me here
I’ve been with my family
waiting for my son to sleep
I’m too tired haven’t I
given enough given up

10:42 PM

I’ve given enough given upsometimes love leaks out my poresI sweat it panting like our pupshe needs me like a mothereveryone else is a playmate or an auntbereft and forlorn she pinedby the window all day I was goneit doesn’t feel creepy or needyshe’s just living in her sensesthings I learned from my dogsit stay stop checking your phoneany book is better for your eyesno one ever reads most booksneither have I but more than most