Corona and Coffee: A Pandemic Survival Guide
reasonably early every morning although you did not go
to bed until 4 a.m. because you are locked down alone here
so why hit the rack on time, huh? my grown child in Colorado
swears the racing thoughts that keep you awake all
night would slow to a crawl if you would JUST CALM
DOWN. this will not occur, so…
Coffee. Make some
espresso roast. Starbucks. drink it while awakening the laptop
(which you’ve nicknamed Rooster Cogburn) and signing into
your job, even though the assignments you post online for
your students go ignored because the kids aren’t bored enough
yet to do the work and they know the grades don’t count
Watch the Morning News
rage about the state of our government. cry over all
the people who have died because our political leaders
value profits over people. who elected these @#**!!! fools?
Eat something. Eat something more.
don’t judge me.
Settle down to write
put something on the page. what’s so wrong with you that
you can’t come up with one sentence
to describe what’s happening in the world and to all the people
in it? ok forget the sentence; gimme a word, one word.
nope. and you call yourself a writer.
Watch the mid-day news.
more profanity, more angst (mine)
Consider taking a nap
nod off on the sofa until guilt startles you awake.
you’re supposed to be working. it’s so quiet here.
you haven’t been in the same room with another
human in 32 days. The drone of the television lulls
you back to sleep… dammit. it’s those yipping,
yowling dogs next door. just once, let me catch their
hairy little asses outside…
hop on the Total Gym set up on the living room
floor and go all Chuck Norris for a while, excise some
fat, fight some anxiety, fabricate some muscle.
on second thought, forget it.
Answer the phone
when it rings but don’t seem too eager to talk to whomever
is calling, especially the telemarketers. “hi just checking in
on you, hon haven’t heard from you in a while… you’re bored…
you’re lonely… why don’t you write a blog.” thanks for the
concern but I AM AN MFA CANDIDATE IN CREATIVE WRITING
at a nowhere university in Georgia.
I do not blog.
it’s been a few days
Coffee. Make more. Lots more.
you’ll need it to get through what comes next
Watch the Evening News
dear god in heaven what is wrong with these people
in washington are they nuts why do they listen to
that man why can’t they just do something do something
do something do something
cereal and yogurt with coconut flavored coffee creamer
instead of milk, plant or otherwise. you don’t care anymore
the world and the diet have gone to hell, they are sashaying
arm-in-arm down a dirt road toward oblivion. no wonder
boosts the immune system and recharges the brain. pity you can’t
partake in that, the ceiling fan whirs overhead and the kitty cat
lies next to you purring, the sheets are clean and the mattress is soft,
but you’re all prickly inside, jangly in the soul, and when people ask
how you’re coping here all alone day-in-and-day-out, you struggle
with the answer because there are no words