Pandemic Poem #50 / The Gambler

Ding Ding Ding! With entry into Lockdown 5, I’ve racked up 50 Pandemic Poems. It’s not a prize I’m happy about winning.

This poem has been bubbling in my brain and dancing across my notebook for a month or so. I wanted to capture the feeling of being a “gambler” when in a manipulative/abusive relationship, which has some traumatic parallels to the way we’re forced to live now during this pandemic. I’ll probably keep working on it.

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Pandemic Poem #48 / New Shit

I’d hoped that I might get to 50 pandemic poems in 2020. It feels like a nice place to stop. This second to last poem is one for the poets. As restrictions have eased and there are in-person events to get to. I’m finding the new language of the online poetry spaces is bleeding into the real world and it’s kind of awkward.

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Pandemic Poem #47 / On The Easing Of Restrictions

It’s been a welcome relief not to wear a mask in the increasingly hot weather, however I can’t help but be governed by my brain. My brain, like all of ours, which has been responding to collective trauma for a while now, finds it hard to think long term. And the fear we had instilled upon us doesn’t simply dissipate with the announcement of easing of restrictions.

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Pandemic Poem #43 / Daylight Savings Time

My kids have always gotten up with the sun, me not so much. Without the imposition of a place of employment to get to, I admit our sleep schedules have been a bit all over the place lately. Tomorrow the kids 6am wake-ups will now be a more comfortable 7am as we turn our clocks one direction or another for Daylight Savings Time. Hopefully that will help.

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