COVID Summer: After, Now

There will be rooms of people

You’ve never seen before.

And won’t again, strangers,

Brazenly loving music,

Eating dumplings, browsing scarves.

There will be breaths let out,

Unchecked; there will be strange air,

Strange beds, cafe tables

That wobble as you write.

There will be spontaneous outings.

You will linger in the ice cream shop,

Not hurry out to lick your cone

In the street; you will rush

Between drinks and a show,

Take a cab, hug a friend. Now

There are calculations, comparisons,

Care. Familiar walls and making do,

And it does. But only for now.

 

July 31, 2020

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Author: Marissa Lingen

Marissa Lingen is a freelance writer living in the suburbs of Minneapolis with two large men and one small dog. Mostly she writes speculative fiction. She has a large collection of foliage-themed jewelry.

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