Ten Years

I inherited his eyebrows
I got his jawline too, but
didn’t know it until long
after he was gone, when
one day Mom sent me a
photograph of their early
adventures; seeing him
also in his 30s, I thought
I am a girl version of him

To reach the point when
we can narrate our story
objectively, rather than
remember only to grieve

Ten years will do that

(adapted from an essay written February 19, 2018)

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In Time for Monday

A virus takes its time
to leave (so do people)

Instruction manual:

Take pills as needed
ease what can be eased
wake up each day
the same, suffering
until one night
having gone to bed
drawn up the covers
switched off the light
noticed it didn’t
feel as terrible
as the night before
slept on that thought
woke up less dull
made tea and eggs
by noon realized
all systems clear

(February 16, 2019)

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