Your tangled intricate lace more finely-spun and delicate as you waste away – emaciated – in your attempt to sustain those around you.
Your fall is soft and noiseless a sail to a forest floor, your sacrifice unnoticed and your gold skeletal remains incomparable to the bright and gaudy blooms that shoot from your slow melt into the earth.
Glossy foliage and scented stamens; nature’s trumpeted score to your silent decomposition.
(Not a) BigDeal
If you scrambled every moment to steady yourself on the ever-moving mountain summit of the day, then you too would scoff, sneer, at a germ – a string of invisible complex unfathomable molecules – that flit from lung to lung, dissolving structure and devouring tissue, because an abstract, a possible, a might-be, a slight chance, death doesn’t freeze you like midnight autumn wind doesn’t gnaw your insides like five-day hunger doesn’t throb like a swollen eye, hand, cheek, jaw, doesn’t drop in your belly like his heavy footsteps doesn’t carve a hole out of decades with needles blades pills ropes.
I live here now, in my old country house With the barn out back I fold clothes Empty the dishwasher Take dirty diapers straight out to the big plastic bin (No more diaper pail; the mice got in) I pitch, to no avail My stories go nowhere Neither do I
Some days, the sun comes out to green the grass Crocuses wave fingers through the soil But then, a storm of snow counteracts We stay inside Watch movies Drink wine After the snow melts, we step into the ungovernable mud (I cling to my child)
In the city (I used to live there Until quarantine, Two weeks ago) people are dying Hundreds each day, they say The dying are there, while I am here (Am I all here? Yes, I am here. Every limb, every molecule) I’m not allowed to leave
Today is gray, so it’s just as well There’s nowhere to go anyway Tomorrow the sun will come out Maybe I’ll go out to stand in its rays Of course I will (I can’t miss the sun) But it’s not going to feel Like it did last spring
The bottom fell out Of my pants the other day. In Wuhan province A black swan dived. I tightened my belt, then took a stumble And all across the world We heard the rumble Of turbulent skies Closing in Inside a sunless sea.