with breathing
when FOMO trickles down
to Grandma
when sadness over seeing another dead mouse
on the running path
gets replaced with relief
it’s not a gigantic snapping turtle
with its guts seeping out
shell intact
when everyone
is recovering
from something
and pantries
have stepped out
of their closeted pasts
no more
hidden loaves
or cans stacked too high
when the power goes out
and whispers get recorded
then erased then retrieved
from a generator
1,000 miles inland
taking the scenic route
and the mermaid cover
no longer
makes sense
and the temperature plummets
as Saturday afternoon
gains momentum
the promise
of vicious river otters
swimming up north remains likely
“and the mermaid cover / no longer / makes sense”… great lines.
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