Sheltered In Place
A poet's time in quarantine.
Every day when my dog, Huey and I return to my apartment
I point to the door and say “Home”
I am beginning to suspect that I am trying to teach myself this lesson as well.
When I scream Black Lives Matter There is an asterisk in the back of my throat that whispers *this does not apply to me My life does not matter People would barely miss me if I was gone Sometimes I wi
I wish that I could say that they were happy tears I wish I could tell you that I sobbed because I was grateful But I found myself weeping because joy had shown up and I had no space left for it I had
Love them anyway Not the way you love yourself That is too sacred Love them like a sunset You know they will leave But they are still beautiful while it lasts Most people will not know how to love you