By Nikki Giovanni
Don't look now
I'm fading away
Into the gray of my mornings
Or the blues of every night
Is it that my nails
keep breaking
Or maybe the corn
on my second little piggy
Things keep popping out
on my face or of my life
It seems no matter how
I try I become more difficult
to hold
I am not an easy woman
to want
They have asked
the psychiatrists...psychologists...
politicians and social workers
What this decade will be
known for
There is no doubt...it is
loneliness
I just had an epiphany. It's Saturday, May 2, 2020 and we've been quarantined since March. Today I thought it was Sunday. I even had the nerve to argue the point with someone I was supposed to have a conference conference call with, on Sunday. I then realized that my days are melting into each other, like cotton candy on a rainy day! I finally got Nikki's poem!
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