Let Things Slide in Corona Time
Does the dust on the table matter
so much? If the sun filtering
through window highlights neglect.
Do I count days from my last hairwash?
When it hangs in locks of dread
and the mirror declares it’s time.
Vacuum up dog hair? So grateful
to have dogs, comics who sleep
in sunspots or watch for squirrels to pass.
Wash the blue bowl where dragons dance
to have it for the next helping of rice and beans.
Let roasting pans soak overnight.
No one comes to the door.
The mail person knocks once and runs.
The dogs continue to bark as if
nothing has changed.
I can postpone crying