The Quarantine Journal

I had words in my head
this morning,
waking up.

But I lost them now.
Weekdays are better for walking. But still. Why
is the way? What is a quarantine
with shops open and too many people out? What’s this
game of mouse and cat where even the cat can’t
anymore. Because it’s a game. It is

an
insult.
How dare they? All of them.
How dare they! Asking us not to play with our health and then doing it anyway.

My chest hurts. Then it stops.
Then it pains. It cries out. And it’s ok.

I need a long walk. But I can’t, this year.

And now, it’s worse.

Mais quelle emmerde*.

Choosing at Tchungle, where all cacti tricksters go. Strasbourg. November 2020. ©le_chah_errant

*curse word not worth translating. No apologies.

Check out last week’s words.

4 Comments Add yours

  1. paulkayaian says:

    I feel your pain in every word….

    Liked by 1 person

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