Two Things

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Poem Assembled From Texts From My Friend Jen

Are you alone now?
How’s your breathing?
That is weird.

I def sensed uncomfortableness from them.
They didn’t seem themselves.
I think she meant black sheep in a good way.
Do you miss them?

Serious question.
Why are we hearing nothing about Russia in light of COVID 19?

I can hear my heart beating.
I’m on edge.
Coronavirus anxiety overall I guess.
I’m going to take an Ativan and start cleaning to try and ease the anxiety.
Ackkk.

I hope we can FaceTime soon.

I still like fashion and shopping.
There is a Gucci belt I want so much!!
It costs a fucking fortune though.
A Gucci belt will be an excellent replacement
For an overall sense of security and wellbeing.
True.
Now will never be now again.
We only realize that later in life.

I don’t know.
Sometimes I feel like I’ve crossed an invisible line.
I feel like I’ve come to a place
I never thought I’d have come to.
And I don’t know how I got here.

Do you still dream of burning bushes?

Maybe you should put a sign on your front door saying you are self isolating?

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The day seemed to weigh more than the one that had just preceded it.

In an effort to shake this gathering malaise, I walked down to Bloor and Spadina and tried to refresh myself with the energy of the city. It was one of the last warm days of the autumn, but it was dusk now, everything falling cool and dark. I stood on the corner for fifteen minutes or so and watched hundreds of people pass. All the things they carried, visible and otherwise, all that potential just waiting to be sparked.

Yet I was unmoved.

The weight remained within me, and so I turned and began to trudge home. After a spell, I stopped to catch my breath and stood in the shadows just off the sidewalk. A beautiful young woman was walking toward me from the distance. She was wearing a silver sundress that seemed to shimmer, and in the thin dark of the night it gave her a mystical appearance, as if she was flickering in and out of this world.

She approached, walking quickly past me, as I knew she would. I watched as her speed continued to increase beyond me, though, and then suddenly, she leapt and gave a high-five to a virtually incandescent yellow, orange and red leaf reaching down toward her from a tree. Two beautiful living things calling each to each, calling like to like, and there was something holy in their touch. Startled, I watched as she continued up the street, jumping and high-fiving with each new tree that called to her, before turning at the corner and disappearing into the night.