quarantine

spring in the time of coronavirus.

blindspots in my vision persist, & of course everything i do relies on vision.
i am an escape artist.
mr dad's company issued everyone a paycut.
& my son lost his health coverage during our xmas unemployment trauma..
i'm always kinda terrified in this life anyway
but now i get these terrors
just like i did on election night.
i can barely eat anything anymore
& crying just makes me choke.
once upon a time alcohol made me fearless
but it's cardiac poison to me now.
i think of this
& other things i probably shouldn't..
but today my new radiohead library tshirt arrived & made me happy.

the end of winter:

we're good at staying in.
toxic has been painting on her rainy day time machine project while me & mr dad put together our final mini house..

sunset house by the sea:

speaking of quarantines ~

ghostgallery quarantine with music:

lyrics of the day ~

songs to aging children come
aging children
i am one
some come dark & strange
like dying
crows & ravens whistling
lines of weeping
strings of crying
so much said in listening..

~ joni mitchell

comments to follow..

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