What is it with straight men thinking that writing poetry makes them vulnerable? Or they need to apologize for indulging in this silly exercise? If I had to guess, I would say 1 out of 2 poems sent to me are followed by some form of self-flagellation. I literally watched a guy dent my car last winter and he wouldn’t apologize. But somehow sharing a piece of writing begets embarrassment??
My dudes. LISTEN UP. Look to your left. Now look to your right. You are in your house because leaving could kill you or someone else. WE ARE IN THE END TIMES. If there ever was a moment to embrace feeling some damn feelings, now seems the time.
I digress. I like this poem structure. I like the use of the the last word in each stanza as the the first word of the next. It’s a clever way to bypass the hard work of making things rhyme. And I can really identify with the line about “indoors”, where before and after aren’t so different anymore. In quarantine land, time is a construct. Pajamas all day, wine at 8 am, waffles for dinner which occurs at 11:00 at night.
I like this poem. I give it an A.
Love in the Time of COVID 