Strapped Up

It’s come to this COVID the beach or bust (your hold on us) Liberty civil or not sick of your choke hold, we’re strapping up, bracing for the best, expecting the worst. Get over (yourself) Sit your ass down.

Shred

I hold anger in hand paper shreds bits of this & that get the vacuum suck then toss calamity like tissues & phlegm

Lake shake (down)

Daily shelter-in place break. Home-made mask on my face. A brother approaches from the corner. “Excuse me. I was just wunder-run. How can you do that?” I stooped down to pick up Wally’s poop. Shit is shit & I know bull when I hear it. “I’m no bum, but I was wunder-run…See, I ran out …

Cracked

My hands are cracking from all this hand washing. Sensitive skin. We’ve been warned. Avoid (novel corona) entry points. Cool water is better. Hot doesn’t kill shit. Aquaphor plugs the cracks. Lanolin & petroleum. Big oil be damned! (divest) Skin is jacked if I resist.

Small Craft

Small craft wind advisory. Lake becomes ocean. Still becomes undone. Distraction. Etch-a-sketch. Dissolve into cement. Careful not to disturb bird sanctuary behind the boom. My resolve a mirage. Wind does its rippling as wind often does. Lake contained for the most part. Boat too small for the weight of me. Sounds of sadness drop soft.