Day 48

Day 48 – Total confirmed cases in US: 1,106,373
Sweet normalcy
that was a nightmare not so long ago
is the only comfort left

To share a ride with a stranger
or a meal with a friend
or the erosion of a little bit more
of conventional regard

She pulled the flower to her face
it yielded then returned and pretended
it hadn’t shared its soul with hers

She pulled the flower to her face
in the shade, on a cloudy day
A blue car slowed to watch her
a little dog turned his head
the world stopped revolving for a moment

A raindrop fell on the next page
clung like a teardrop on my skin
blurred the words even more than words are usually blurred

A cell phone and a stroller
two men with masks avoiding
two children with their own unintended thoughts

The songs come out of the cars
it doesn’t matter what the music is
it doesn’t matter what the music is
when the sun comes out


Published by mikepowernyc

Named one of New York's Best Emerging Poets 2019, my poetry chapbook The New Normal was published by Analog Submission Press. My novel The Zoo was published by Cacoethes Publishing House. Other poems and short stories have appeared in various publications, including Subterranean Blue Poetry, The Journal of Microfiction, and Sick Lit Magazine. Other works include a staged reading of my play Digging Up John Barrymore, performed by Dreamcatcher Entertainment, and five albums of original music recorded with my band Late Model Humans.

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