Post-pandemic life
This summer was the "summer of doing things" so I thought I'd share this poem from when I started mingling with people again.
After two years, my little Eā and I are back together. She's got lots to tell me and all just four inches from my face. I can count each freckle and trace the dark striations in her blue blue eyes when she sneezes. It's schrapnel. It goes everywhere. Up every orifice and into my eyeballs. I wipe it from my cheeks, but she just goes on. With SO. MUCH. VIGOR. And that's OK. Because really this is how it's supposed to be: me as hers her as mine. Finally, we are normal. by Sarah Dzida (Aug 2021)