songanddancegirl

endemic my assssssssss!

hands up if u are jumpingforfucking joy

since they declared the pestilence  endemic

drop the  d   switch the  ic  for an  a   and

you get what they are giving us

we the festering herd

whose leaders turned off

the globalviruswarning system

who went to wine+cheesers

(for work purposes)

who lied thru their teeth

so frequently  that death

has been declared meaningless

hey  yer virtually immortal   fer chrissakes

take off yer masks!

cavort in crowded places!

with all the shitty herdies

who spat at your feet on city sidewalks

who hoarded asswipe ad nauseam

who told u about their lunches in Puglia

as u stood in wind+bonefreeze

go!  sidle up to the unwashed antis  the

scent of whom  could knock   a buzzard off

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..if from that interior place u heard a voice

say:  a shit wagon  u have smelled that smell..

Winter 2022  ..what pandemic?..

quo vadis vadis vadis

she’s in lockdown yet again

in 80 days  she turns 99

i think she may be afraid

of

the sky

going

going

going

gone

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Winter 2022  ..we are breathing each other..all the time..literally..🦇Seline Selassie

breakfast of bachelor

Mahler ended  +i heard someone speaking

in a tortured cadence  the speaker on the wall

crackled   with eviscerate +desperation

a barely audible  i can’t  i can’t   filled the dark room

this my husbands’s 2 o’ clock session   on zoom

his therapy practice  filled  a long waitlist  looms

as the final variant of corona  sits behind the scrim

now plucking the bespectacled bachelor   one leg

stumplike +blue

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Winter 2022  ..5th wave eh..🔅🦇🔅

Mollie can u hear me?

Mollie Onrot at 30  journeyed to  Antwerp from Poland

to Quebec City  from Antwerp  to the Ward   in Toronto

from Quebec City

with 4 little girls under 8

June 1910

my grandmother was the eldest  12 days on the frigid

North Atlantic  waves crash over side of ship   women

separated  from men

little girls  slip slide   ship careens   girls scream

cold+wet   fanny pearl beckie annie

where is Mollie’s husband?  horse trading below   Mollie

cancer dead at 39   one more child   a son   another wife

soon found   my grandmother never uttered  her name

said the Mayo  couldn’t save her mother

Fanny married off   at 18

nor could she be saved  from cancered brain   i’ve never

moved from my birth city  how hard can it be?  Mollie can u

hear me?

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..and Yes  I said Yes  I will Yes..

(Molly Bloom  Ulysses James Joyce  1922)

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Winter 2022    ..for chrissakes  get on a plane..