vaccine Valentine
does love get any better
than this science?

vaccine Valentine
does love get any better
than this science?

an exhausting day
with my spirit-week “jersey”
and this fake smile

hidden by these masks
that have broken our world
like a rootless orchid

but this cat. this cat.
a soft purrfection presence
worth a real grin.

our symbolic cat
sitting by his empty plate
waiting for his love

quarantine café
ready for any work day
(insomniac’s dream)

trapped behind two masks,
we’re at the pandemic’s will:
all screens. no faces.

only blue today
as we hope for a future
better than our past

this choice will break me no matter what i decide. so i should decide.
ironic notice
as the words come flooding in
(yet i can’t stop them)

no. i had no plan.
no plan for any of this.
(nor a solution).
like La Reina
finding comfort in each space
no matter size; sun


before dawn arrives
the snow still touches the sky
with white fingertips
