The Quarantine Chronicles, Day 95

DAY 95: ¶ Everything will be okay --

You stand alone in a gorgeous

park centered on a deep green

lawn and your loves are coming

they run towards you (past and

present) to kiss and embrace, as do

your family members (dead and

alive) plus all your friends and

acquaintances from your whole

life including elementary school

all hugging you with warmth

revealing secrets
about everything.

¶ Everything was okay --

We lived in such a wonderful

world of restaurants and bars,

multi-screen theaters and churros,
economic security, college loans,

comfy cars, enormous supermarkets,

so much fun and goodness before

the dark plague hit

ruining everything.

¶ Everything is okay --

In the bathroom with the door locked

many things can happen

if you crouch on the tile floor

to feel its cold you can scrunch

in the corner to feel your own cold

the empty hole inside your belly

that all those snacks cannot fill up

because you just watched everyone

you know (with a couple exceptions)

vanish into thin air, so all you can do

now is vomit, bleed and cry,

expelling bodily fluids for nothing

in return.

Nothing is okay.