Covid-19 pandemic A plague upon all our houses But mostly poor, black, brown Taking the brunt of this epic tragedy While still working While still uninsured While still in crowded neighborhoods Hoods packed with poverty Disease and neglect. And we The whiteness of America Don’t give a damn Because it isn’t me.
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ReplyDeleteCovid-19 pandemic
A plague upon all our houses
But mostly poor, black, brown
Taking the brunt of this epic tragedy
While still working
While still uninsured
While still in crowded neighborhoods
Hoods packed with poverty
Disease and neglect.
And we
The whiteness of America
Don’t give a damn
Because it isn’t me.
Rick Stepp-Bolling
Lights out back sleeper tries with eyes closed
ReplyDeleteTo breathe and not listen
To his thoughts or heart beating.
Instead, feel the clean of sheets still cool
And the soft of a blanket fresh for spring temperatures,
Winter things away.
Then the quiet push of paws through these new layers
To find her place curled up on my breathing.
Warmer now and weighted until one of us has to move.
Bonus unprompted poem that came to me when I woke up:
ReplyDeleteSleep comes so slowly that I worry it won’t come at all
And worry brings sleep slower still.
Still I wake up having slept and dreamed
Ridiculous things that only sleep can bring.
surprise touch
ReplyDeleteI slink away yet
I love you though