The Covid Cafe #19
Scared Saturday Shopping #4
Thirdly, to
Wolff’s Apple House
and my stomach is saying lunch
should of been an hour ago and
my head is telling my stomach
STFU!
Besides, I tell myself, which I try not
to do in Public anymore,
I tell myself he says,
if this is the worst you feel in March, 2020.
you will have had a very good March, 2020.
Two shopping trips
groceries, as usual,
in these fine and pipping times
in these fine and piping times
we can only find 50% of what we
hoped to find
hoped to find
we have money and health and
a car that runs and
a car that runs.
Then the sometimes object of my desire
takes-actually the always object of my desire-
but she still takes a year and a half
a year and a half
to choose her plants
and I’m hearing my plaintive hunger now
even above the roar of my self-pity engine.
Hey, I’m seventy fluffing one!
How many more people better than me
people better than me
will never
say
that.
After
every
thing
else. Late Lunch then
more driving, 78 degrees, I am
writing every day and
some of it’s probably good-
In two minutes
I wil sit and read again and
calm my raging head
which is driving up and down
this rock filled road.