Today's word is
Still sick, still increasingly behind on the poetry writing. At least today's weather was not inclement, not the slightest bit inclement, and we were able to go outside. This was my first time outdoors, not to mention upright, in about ten days. I curse every person who goes to work knowingly contagious, anywhere, forever, period. No excuses. If you are contagious and you know it, wear a mask and keep your hands soap-clean, or stay home. Keep your crud to yourself. Your presence at work is not more valuable than my health. Grr.
I think I have an idea for "mollify," finally, so maybe there's some kind of glimmer on my mental horizon. Time will tell. Or time will laugh in my face. Wouldn't be the first occasion.
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Tuesday, 1:03 a.m.
I want to visit.
I want to be there in the room
the next time it happens.
I want to help.
I want to stop the words
before they fly out and shame you.
I want to help.I want to visit.
I want to lay a cloth across your brow.
I want to help.
I want to salve the inclement heat rising in you
before it razes all you have and all you dream.
I want to help.I want to help.
I cannot help.
I can't get there.
I can't make you hear me.
I can't get you to feel what I now
but I can keep talking,
slowly, clearly, far away,
and I can hope.
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