It has been almost a month
of avoiding doing
what I said I'd do
when the Quarantine began.
I've been disobeying the rules
and going places
every once in a while
just so I can see
all the things
we expected to need
by now.
I'm not reading enough,
I'm not writing enough,
I'm not exercising enough.
Instead
I'm lounging too much
I'm eating too much
I'm drinking too much.
Today I learned that
the blessings I have
might not be anymore.
I don't want to look
at all the things
we thought of as normal
as poignant curiosities
anymore.
All I want
is to lie still --
still enough that
the Horror
can't find me.
c.2020 EMM
"chuchotement" is French for a whisper