(c) 11/16/2021
When
the quarantine hit, who knew,
left to
my own devices I’d eat pecan ice cream
and
binge murder shows every day?
A kaleidoscope of killings that
left me anxious.
Or that
I’d quit reading. Quit writing
or
thinking beyond the polarizing news.
Who’s masking, who’s dying,
where is the air
better
or worse?
I was terrified
of breathing—
hanging
in limbo while the world shut down.
if I
was developing deep vein thrombosis.
Even my
indoor garden—
it
flowered, then turned brown.
