Yesterday I lived like it was my last night on earth
I made a mushroom risotto drank far past my limit of wine
listened to opera volume up on my screened in porch
Maria Callus’s voice filled the warm evening air
I wake after midnight coughing again
I spend most of the night googling symptoms
mine are allergies but still FUCK this is what
I worry about: Is my blood type O?
people with type O may be less likely to get it
Do I have my sense of smell?
early symptoms include losing sense of smell and taste
What if my temp is 96.7, when do I have a fever?
The dead visit my dream still alive—
Maria: fresh out of rehab and making promises
Grandma Lova: traveling with a metal band on a train.
and Dad: returning from a fire the scent of wood smoke on his coat.
This morning I take the dogs out after 7 a.m. the sky
wispy white clouds and a chem trail X right above me
like the ancient rune nauthiz
marking yes this is where we are right now
constraint necessity pain