Quicksilver
As I bemoan covidity, I secretly recognize karma for my younger self’s joy when the thermometer shot up—“that’s why they call it quicksilver,” my mother said— beyond 100 and school was “out of the question” leaving me instead to answer TV quiz show questions and watch the Stooges and Laurel and Hardy every day till […]
Caught
Omicron assaulted me with bronchitis, pneumonia, its ground glass not lacerating lungs but obscuring eupnea… like grounding out in baseball, failing to catch a fly, my breath.