I’m calling her daily, even
Though it took a pandemic. Stores
Empty of beans and tomato sauce,
Plenty of chocolate chips & beer,
So far. I print an ancient prayer
Against plague and hang it
Over our door; drink potions
To keep me here with my children
And wait to break into my stash of
Edibles until we’ve been quarantined
A few weeks. As for love,
Give it away, I tell myself:
All your love, give it away
While you still can.
From the series, “Bathtub Pandemic Poems“
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