enthusiasms in decline
or already dead

motivations lacking
or never-were

faltering footprints of self-pity
give way to immobilization

boot straps — broken nubs…

curled up, knees to forehead
sunken cheeks, cool to the touch
eyes a-glaze…
covers in a heap, empty side of the room
noon whistles blasts
the requisite three and a half minutes

yes, covid is a thing
but, girl, you’ve got to
pull yourself together

Some weird shit, man.
COVID-19 and all the ways of the world
mangled, twisted —
set on fire.

Another confirmed case,
the county adjacent to ours.
Close enough to us now
that it totally feels real.
Like, how real will it be
when friends, family,
neighbors
begin to die?

I could be one of them.
Compromised, weakened immune system
and fragile, as my sister tells it…
This fiend could slay me.

It could.
It really, really could.