The Quarantine Chronicles, Day 51

DAY 51: After Mother died, after Dad

I had my moments, I was sad, I

felt weak, and confused, I was

challenged by the blues, but then

I rose as one must, to the

occasion, to once more trust,

in tomorrow, to be lived, even in

sorrow, we begin again.

yet what I see now is not the

strength, that is hidden, at home

I think, what I see, on TV, in the

squares, is a world of cry-babies,

out there.

we gotta get outa here, we

can't take any more of this, we need

fast food again, even if we get

sick, even if we make someone else

sick, even if our own families die,

splayed on the floor at the In an' Out,

we need a haircut, we need to get

high, we want to pile into the car and

go for a drive, down to the foodbank

wait for hours, for a box of groceries,

and a whiskey sour, in the homeland.

so we can sit by the barbecue

in the back yard with our buddies
raise a brew

getting lazy,

in this world

of Cry-Babies.