bike rides and cuddles
(made it through another day)
pets will save us all
Coronatine, Day Forty-four
pets
Coronatine, Day Forty-three
my perfect birthday,
in my mind, pre-corona,
would never be this
(there might be mountains,
a fondue restaurant, views
not in the background)
but with so much time
and simply nowhere to go
love works its way in
my middle’s painting,
a dress hand sewn by my mom,
hand-dipped strawberries
and saved till tonight
my oldest breaks, repairs me
with this card; her words
my perfect birthday
brought to me by a virus
with two gifts: Time. Love.
Coronatine, Day Forty-two
we got a new cat
because sweetness breeds sweetness
and i’m just crazy
Coronatine, Day Thirty-seven
i’m back to haikus
(they suit the whole me better)
they’re written on bikes
the Denver sunshine
wins this quarantined Sunday
for those who listen
it seems so simple
to follow the rules. stay home.
be careful outside.
and at home? snuggle.
love the soft spaces of life.
soft spaces of love.
Coronatine, Day Eighteen
should i skip a day?
is the sunrise worth noting?
will it save us all?
bare naked branches
waiting for a better spring
and a lifted tail
Colorado blue
that everyone came here for
ready to break you
(could you be grateful?
could you ride/walk/talk it out?)
Could that save him? No.
so I’m bitter. Yes.
afraid, bitter, hopeful. spent.
like a sunrise. Lost.
Coronatine, Day Ten
here are my children
throwing frisbees in the park
(they’ve never done this)
quarantine, day nine:
presidential rampages,
orders to stay home
just look at my son:
showing pup what he can do
with our family
card and board games win
(break news cycle doom and gloom)
We WILL get through this.
Coronatine, Day Nine
trying to find peace
in simple, everyday walks
with green below snow
Coronatine, Day Eight (Make Soup)
no snowy sunrise
or Minnesota rice stew
can save our planet
but even at night
the world sparkles just so
and we can wish well
Coronatine, Day Four (At Least There’s a Dog)
we survived day four
(survival: tears, backtalk, cards)
now it’s day by day
I’m Up Front
so many shit weeks
that this is my Tuesday pic:
are we winning yet?
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