Collecting bottles, tossing leftovers, taking out the garbage
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April 11, 2020
Staying at home with my books and out-of-tune piano
and a cat who loves me only when she’s out of food is nothing new.
I’m OK. Thank you for asking. I have become quite used to sending
thoughts and prayers to those who keep the world going round
while I spin old punk records — Dead Kennedys, Buzzcocks, Crass —
lamenting days long past. I have thought of those who are suffering
and those who are dying alone. I have thought of the nurses who are sent
ill-equipped to the front lines and risk their lives to help those in need.
My thought this particular moment is about a tenacious robin
attacking itself in the glass of my home-office window. It does not understand
it’s seeing itself in the glass and will continue to strike
because neither the bird nor its reflection will give up the fight.