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May 7, 2020 Poetry

Plague Poems

Juliet Escoria

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WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR MY EMOTIONAL PROBLEMS?

hmmmm

not sure on that one

 

AND ONE MORE FOR THE DOG PARADE

Yesterday I saw the most

majestic thing. I was standing

on my deck, listening to the scary

birds. I saw movement

in the trees, and then a tail.

It was four dogs,

identical in size,

but different breeds.

They were walking in a straight line

proud and slow,

navigating the curves

of the creek, all perfectly

equidistant from the other,

ears up.

They did not look at me but I still knew.

They were throwing me

and only me

a parade.

Thanks, dogs.

 

THE BODIES THAT FAIL US

We decided that quarantine

would be fuckintine

except then I got a UTI

 

My political stance:

avoid antibiotics

at all costs

 

So I took cranberry, drank kefir,

it helped some,

the UTI would go away,

 

but it always came back.

Finally I called the doctor.

She was required to say

 

strange things

over the telephone. One was

that I could hang up

 

anytime. She called in two prescriptions.

Antibiotics, and the pills that make

your piss bright orange, extra strength.

 

I swallowed them. A little while later

I peed. So bright!

So bright. I felt powerful.

 

I have a highlighter

between my legs.

 

ANOTHER NATURE POEM

Here, in the springtime,

the birds are so loud,

like all they want

is to kill each other.

The only comparison I can find

in humans:

 -The internet

 -Wrestling matches

Maybe we are

appropriating the birds’

culture. We should stop.

Leave it to the birds.

 

Next comes summer.

Flood rains, hail storms,

the woods chock

full of deadly things:

ticks, mosquitos, spiders, snakes.

At night the cicadas

are so loud they might

bust the window.

The frogs, they croak,

and I don’t hear ribbit.

Instead, I hear,

Attack, attack, attack.

 

THINGS MY STUDENTS HAVE EMAILED ME IN THE PAST COUPLE WEEKS

I am sorry but my essay is bad, my son dumped the kitty litter box into the air conditioning vent, poop and all.

I am sorry but I can’t do the homework tonight, my aunt killed herself.

I am sorry that I’ve been slacking off, my boss is making me drive to Indiana, I am sleeping in my truck because I am too scared of the disease to stay in a hotel.

I am sorry but last night a tree fell on my house, I am lucky to be alive.

I am sorry but I need an extra day, I can’t stop crying or feeling homicidal there is no in between.

 

SELF-KNOWLEDGE IS THE KEY TO SOMETHING

I have learned a new thing

about myself:

I love digging

in the dirt.

 

HOW TO UPSET A CALIFORNIAN

In quarantine, you can’t

recycle so I throw

the cans in the

trash.

Ha! Fuck you, earth!

image: saja


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