In These Times

Postcards from the Pandemic

Is this a monster? Or a bug we’ll swat away by summer?

A day arrives in a woman’s life when she is who she is.
Stands sturdy inside her own skin and makes no apology.

Do you remember when our language first began to lie?

You are being breathed by the very lungs of transmutation.

What happens when you press the pause button on your knee-jerk moment and just STOP?

You were made for these times.