Rocket Femi-Scientist

my girl’s accepted
into her dream universe
filled with stardust, hope

Blue Skies and Snow (Refrain)

i am not here now
forever staring at screens.
i am here. on skis.
The last run.

Reach for It

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.

Downhill for the Uphill

2020 ends

in the same way it began

(with downhill skiing)

2020 ends

nearly every way different

than a year ago

2020 brings

a balance of sorrow, joy

hidden behind masks

2020 ends

with screens controlling our lives

(searching for meaning)

2021

with its 5-syllable self

will bring us new hope

Pandemic Teaching

One of my students just called me and in his very broken English told me I upset him in class today because I wasn’t on screen the whole time. He was in tears and his father yelled at him. Why wasn’t I on screen the whole time?

Because I was walking around my classroom trying to check in on the twelve kids who showed up today. Because I was trying to get two kids who have done zero work because of their utter terror of technology finally logged into our textbook.

Because I was making a tiny bit of progress with two kids, and breaking another.

Because it’s 2020 and I don’t know how to teach anymore. 💔

But I wore this mask and put up the new background fireworks to celebrate a candidate who literally has the power to change or save their lives and their families’ lives, and I smiled.

So why am I crying now?

Concert-goer, 2020 Style

a small taste of truth

in every word of their songs

(i can watch from here)

What Is Left?

hours of phone calls

texts pleading in languages

i don’t even speak

setting up my room

with a yardstick and some hope

ready for today

social media

comments on our lack of space

(century-old school)

2020 wins.

after this, i just give up.

no one came to school.

to walk empty halls

without the student voices

cold. slow. loveless. death.

Remotely Burned

endless tabs open

Google Meets tries to cheer us

but we’re stuck on screens

Making It Work

remote learning sucks

except with a cat or mat

how we love our home

Coronatine, Day Thirteen

i broke free today

with packets for every kid

(delivered by me)

and to top it off

i made me a home office

for online learning

(but it still won’t work

we all know relationships

are all that will work)