pandemic poems
At the beginning of the pandemic I began writing weekly poems that pulled from the strange new world we were all thrown into. Lines have never come to me so easily. It's a trip to read them over now.
Photo by Jaylan Rhea
Quarantine Poem #1
[April 2020]
Bloody Reminders
Reminders of blood
Like falling into a hole
Of blankets
And comfort in stupid things
Things we used to say
"What is time" and "Now more than ever"
But srsly
Now more than ever
What
Is
Time
Other than sleeping till noon
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Quarantine Poem #2
[April 2020]
I'll sit here as long as you will
Said I to the dog
Howling winds
Rocking me back to sleep
Loss
in my bones
At the ready
Pep talks in the morning
Dumb surrender each night
Who's haunting your dreams
In this loveliest cocoon
​
Quarantine Poem #3
[April 2020]
telecommunications
pillow telepathy
astral projection
zooming across
the miles lies apologies
​
zooming
to the heart of the matter
even if it doesn't matter
not like excuses
more like
how
do
i
use this
​
zooming
to the point of no return
intuiting
in to it ing
​
listen to the jaw
ask it the password
open sesame
zoom
wish upon a womb
​
burrow
into the marrow
massaging the heart
witness the past
echoing
through these chambers
​
is this the adaptation
the eleventh toe
the limb that grows
zooming
looming
seeing
seeking
leaking
reaching.
reaching.
​
go ahead
don't be afraid
just
smell me
​
Quarantine Poem #5
[May 2020]
with all the hours to spill over texts
to study all the histories
what is it about this portal
that so distorts the record
​
staring wide eyed into the past
much like the corona
only fragments and blinds
is truth as meaningless as time
​
needing you to be wrong
so i can be alright
looking for evidence
in the floorboards of my mind
​
black mirror of my dreams
i wake teeth clenched
sheets drenched in sweat
afraid of who i've seen
​
when i tell this story years from now
which genre will i choose
a memoir that nobody reads
a thriller where nobody screams
​
what if i'm the antagonist
damned
boxed into that corner
by my own tragic flaw
​
Quarantine Poem #6
[May 2020]
sweet sunday
of not quite mothers
we family all the same
mask on mask off
the wax and wane
sweet release of pain
smell the honeysuckle
fill those precious lungs
see the shadows
undulating to sum'n new
feel freedom
in the non-essential
forget the shoutouts
invisibility is
a superpower too
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Quarantine Poem #7
[May 2020]
so let me ask within
what are you (re)opening
that heart whose depths
could never be reached
with mountains valleys
twists and turns and peaks
curves
never to be flattened
by the river of tears
cynicism of years
​
a sign out front reads
open for business
in fact we're thriving
​
where are we
in relation to the end
nowhere near
​
untitled no. 1
[February 2021]
nature acknowledged me today
my wisest most forgiving friend
me, tightly clenching dreams
my shaken loving heart
my sense of humor in the face of it all
god dammit
​
but mostly
our collective pain
and she held me
all warmth and rustling leaves
that breeze
whispering gently
i know
​
untitled no. 2
[March 2021]
i've been in love so many times
i don't even know what it means anymore
or maybe it's the only definition i know
and anything short just baffles me
maybe it's the sea i swam
before washing up on this desert
maybe i used my chances
sucked it bone dry
fucked the life out of it
returned to the ticket booth one too many times
like a careless child
testing the limits of her delicate tummy
maybe love no longer runs hot through my veins
but sits like plaque in my arteries
maybe i'm old
maybe i'm cold
maybe i'm dead
oh love
i'm so not fucking done with you
​
purple
[October 2021]
did you leave a message
as i hurtled through
vaccilations
of panic and sublime
towards you
or not
just stay
i'll attempt to strangle
my disbelief
a year of free falls
fear gripped sleep
and hope seed wakes
looking for a seat with you
​