Periodically we are told
that we must not forget
all of those who are suffering
who are suffering in silence,
but when those who are suffering
raise their voices
and refuse to be forgotten
they are told to be silent.
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The 236th week of plague poems…
So the emails
you meant to write
remain unsent
So your report
that is due
is not finished
So the dishes
remain piled high
in your overflowing sink
So your to do list
remains mostly
undone
You have survived
another week
of the plague
And though
that is not enough
it is enough
So yours was
the only masked face
at the office
and in the store
on the subway
and in the waiting room
at least now you know the answer
to your teacher’s question
of if you would be willing
to do the right thing
even if you
were the only one doing it.
I know an old punk
whose pierced nose
remains hidden
behind the N95 mask
he dutifully wears
and when I ask him
if he still wears it
because his aesthetic
has never cared for norms
he replies that he wears it
because nothing is more punk
than giving a shit
about other people.
My boss politely inquired
how much longer
I plan on wearing a mask for
and so I replied
by reminding him
of how just the other day
he had commented that I
was the only person
who hadn’t already taken
multiple sick days this year
and I could tell
he didn’t like this answer.
My supervisor complains
that everyone is sick
on any given day
half the office is empty
and yet he has noticed
that I am always at my desk
so he asks what my secret is
and so I reply that I must be lucky
as I adjust the straps on my mask.
Stop saying
that we are exactly where
we were a year ago
at this point last year
we were still able to hope
that the pandemic would end
once the vaccines arrived.
When the man in the shop
asked me
if I was going
to keep wearing my mask
forever
I replied by asking him
if he was going
to keep getting strangely ill
forever
and I could tell immediately
that he did not like my question.
She tells me
she is worried about me,
with her hand on my wrist
she asks
if continuing to wear a mask
might be bad
for my mental health,
and because I love her
I do not say
that what has been bad
for my mental health
is that my friends and loved ones
have taken their masks off.
While shopping for groceries
I passed by a young couple
who were kissing in the aisle
and I thought to myself
they must love each other.
And a few aisles over
I passed another young couple
who were both masked
and I thought to myself
oh, they must really love each other
You keep telling me
that the pandemic is over
but the more you insist
the more loudly you shout
the more furious you get
the more I believe
that the person
you are trying to convince
is not me, but you.
If you are struggling
to understand what it means
for the emergency to be over
as the pandemic continues
here is a useful comparison:
it is like removing the batteries
from that bothersome
shrieking smoke detector
so you can make peace
with living
in a building that is aflame
I asked the professor
if she was ready
for the new semester
and she replied by saying
that apparently
about 1 in 37 people in the US
currently have COVID
and when I asked what this
had to do with the semester
she said all of her classes
have more than 37 people in them.
Apparently it is
encouraging news
really encouraging news
that most of the deaths
(over 75% of them)
are occurring in people like
my mother
my brother-in-law
my friend
my cousin
the people who were unwell
to begin with
though it is doubtful
they find that news
very encouraging.
My employer asked
for all of us to observe
a moment of silence
in memory
of a past tragedy
and as we stood there
the silence
was interrupted
by coughs
from a current tragedy.
If you are wondering
“what it’s like
to wear masks for COVID
when most others
have long since moved on”
it is like heaving
a bucket of water
at a burning building
while all around you
others are throwing
buckets of gas
and all of you are together
in that burning building.
I worry I have lost
my remaining patience
usually when I am mocked
for still wearing a mask
I say nothing
not wanting a confrontation
I just walk away,
but today as I left my car
a man ridiculed my mask
so I pointed at the sky
and loudly stated
“you can see the fucking smoke.”
If you ask me
“were you like this
before the pandemic?”
I will be honest with you
and respond that no
I was not like this
before the pandemic,
for you see
before the pandemic
I truly believed
(I foolishly believed)
that in the face of catastrophe
we would stand together.
You long for
crowded bars
full theaters
sweaty dancehalls
and noisy restaurants
but the normal you miss
that you ache for
is not a physical location
it was the peace of mind you had
when you believed your society
could manage a pandemic
that is a normal
to which you cannot return
I have seen it reported
that the Centers
for Disease Control and Prevention
is planning to drop
its five-day
COVID isolation guidelines
which suggests that it is time
for the CDC to drop
the words Control and Prevention
from its name.
I do not miss
the pandemic’s early days
but as last week
was the fourth in a row
in which the plague
claimed more than 2,000 lives
and the twentieth in a row
in which the plague
claimed more than 1,000 lives
I must confess that I miss
the days when such numbers
still shocked us.
The thing I miss most
from life before the pandemic
is not going maskless,
sitting in movie theaters,
attending crowded gatherings,
or dancing in noisy bars.
No,
that which I miss most
from life before
is believing
that we would not
calmly accept
seven hundred thousand
deaths.
At first, I told myself
that I just had to make it
to the summer
then I told myself
that I just had to make it
to the vaccine
after that I told myself
that I just had to make it
to the first booster
then to the second booster
and now I just try
to make it through each week.
According to my sister
I worry too much
just look around
(she says)
nobody else is worried
so you don't need to either,
and I am not sure
how exactly to tell her
that the fact that no one else
seems particularly worried
is one of the things
that I find so worrisome.
Believe me
I want to attend the holiday party
and join you at the bar
I want to eat at the new restaurant
and sit in a movie theater again
please do not interpret
my reticence as disinterest
it is just that of all the things
I want
what I desire most
is to avoid the plague.
I will admit
that I am tired
yes, I am very tired
but my exhaustion is not
mask fatigue
or vaccine fatigue
or precaution fatigue
no, it is not even that I
am tired of living
with the virus
but rather that I
am tired of living
surrounded
by such indifference.
In year one
it was dangerous
so we canceled
our gatherings.
In year two
we were careful
so we tested before
our gatherings.
In year three
we were shocked
when we fell ill after
our gatherings.
Now in year four
we’re over it
so we invite the virus to
our gatherings.
As I watched
speaker after speaker
describing the pandemic
in the past tense
I could not help but wonder
how many of those
gathered in the arena
were at that very moment
contracting the virus
in the present tense.
In all honesty
I don’t really miss
who I was before this
for I haven’t changed
particularly much
a few more gray hairs,
a bit more tired,
some outfit additions,
but who I am now
is mostly who I was,
what I miss
what I really miss
is who I thought
other people were
before this.
An open message
to the stranger
who has accused me
of being a paid shill:
I, and my empty bank account,
regretfully wish to inform you
that unfortunately
there is no money
in asking people
to try to take care of each other.
According to my brother-in-law
this virus
was cooked up in a lab
and nefariously released
upon the unsuspecting public
as part of a conspiracy
to depopulate the planet
but when I ask him
if he is doing anything
to protect himself from
this virus
he tells me it’s just the flu.
When he asks
why I’m wearing a mask
I tell him it’s because
if there is someone here
wearing a mask
I don’t want
them to feel alone
and when he points out
that I’m currently
the only one masked
I look at him and say
yes, but that could change.
When they announced
that the public health crisis
has ended
they did not mean
that the danger to the public
is over and done with
they just meant that now
should you fall ill
in this ongoing health crisis
you are on your own.
We used to say
when the pandemic was over
we would get a drink at our old spot
and as the pandemic dragged on
we kept waiting
but now we must delay again
for you have moved
across the country
which I suppose is fine
for the pandemic hasn’t ended
and besides our old spot closed.
My friends keep telling me
they are ready
to change the world,
but when I ask them if
they are ready
to wear a mask
they tell me to move on,
yes, my friends keep telling me
they are ready
to change the world
just so long as they
do not have to change themselves.
After my last lecture
my always-masked student
quietly asked me
if there was a reason
why I had worn a mask
during all of my lectures
and so I told them
that I always wore it
because I have a student
who always wears one.
New polling finds
that 12% of Americans
typically wear a mask in public
which just goes to show
that though 100% of us
are still in this mess together
only 12% of us
are truly in it together.
After I told him
at yesterday’s meeting
that I was wearing a mask
so that anyone else masking
would not be alone
he arrived at today’s meeting
wearing a mask
and though we were but two
in a room of seventy
for a brief moment
I remembered how hope feels.
I asked my friend
the historian
how this day will be remembered
and after a moment she replied
that she is worried
today’s most significant event
might turn out to be
a sick dairy worker
experiencing respiratory symptoms.
Celebrities
keep canceling events
due to some odd virus
Coworkers
keep missing work
due to some odd virus
Friends
keep struggling with symptoms
due to some odd virus
But should you comment
that we are still in a pandemic
you will be looked at
as if you said something odd.
At my 1st shot
I was confident
confident we were in this together
At my 2nd shot
I was hopeful
hopeful about the pandemic’s end
At my 3rd shot
I was relieved
relieved for further protection
And at my 4th shot
I was not
confident or hopeful or relieved
just tired
so very tired
Should you see me
having fallen by the wayside
please just know
it is not that I fell, but that
I was dropped
I was pushed
I was tripped
believe me, I was trying
I was trying not to fall
so should you see me
having fallen by the wayside
please my friend
stop and help me back up
Should the plague take me
please do not bother
sending flowers
or making charitable donations
no, in lieu of such things
please
just wear a fucking mask.
When I despair
my kind friend reminds me
that wearing a mask
is an act of love,
and when I tell her
there are days
when I wear it
not out of love
but out of anger and spite,
my kind friend responds:
isn’t it wonderful
to turn your anger and spite
into an act of love.
The first plague poem was posted on 3/16/20.
4 years and more than 4,000 poems later, the pandemic hasn’t ended.
Thank you for your support, I hope some of these have made you feel less alone. The work continues.
Poems by week:
Take care of each other.
What?
Are you really going
to wear that mask
forever?
No,
I have no intention
of wearing this mask
forever
though I figure
I will keep wearing it
during the pandemic.
If only I knew
how to convince people
that they should care
about sick cattle
and dead birds
but I don’t even know
how to convince people
that they should care
about other people.
I have not bothered
to make a resolution
you see, several years ago
I resolved
to survive the pandemic
and as this new year begins
I’m still quite busy
trying to fulfill
that old resolution.
My aunt, the doctor,
told me a new joke.
She asked:
What do COVID
and a Boeing plane
have in common?
I said I did not know.
And so she answered:
They’re both examples
of airborne dangers.
And then neither one of us laughed.
My aunt, the doctor,
told me a joke:
What do you call
a pandemic
that people pretend is over?
I told her I did not know.
And so she said:
You call it
a pandemic.
And then
neither of us laughed.
A word of advice
for those who are preparing
to teach
while wearing a mask:
Should a student ask
why you are still wearing a mask,
kindly but firmly tell them
that you are wearing one
so that any of your students
who need to wear a mask
will know
that they are not alone.
You’ve probably heard
that in the summer
when someone tells you
to put on sunscreen
what they are saying
is that they care about you.
So please hear me when I say
that in a pandemic
when someone tells you
to put on a mask
what they are saying
is that they care about you.
Apparently,
when the zookeeper said
“meerkats can catch viruses
like COVID and the flu”
the visitors happily put on masks
to help protect them,
so now you know
that if you want your friends
and family and coworkers
to wear a mask to protect you
all you need to do
is be a meerkat.
I confess,
when I hear the WHO say
“We will continue to see
waves of COVID19,
the virus is still evolving…
we do not yet have
a predictable pattern of evolution,
we don’t have seasonality,
we are at risk
for more severe variants”
it sounds to me
like the emergency isn’t over.
My aunt, the doctor,
told me a new joke:
How can you tell
that it’s getting
really bad out there?
I said I did not know,
so she answered:
Because now even
the director of the CDC
is recommending masks.
And neither of us laughed.
When the historians
write of this day
(and the historians will
write of this day)
I wonder how many
of them will note
the announcement was made
while he was recovering at home
sick with the virus
from the pandemic
that he had claimed he ended.
Congratulations,
if you are reading this
it means that you
have survived
the emergency portion
of the pandemic
now all you have to do
is manage to survive
the rest of it.
An apology,
to the friend who complained:
I know
that these silly poems are
repetitive
and repetitive not in a good way
but in my defense
this pandemic is also
repetitive
and repetitive not in a good way.
Think nothing
of your disappointing summer.
The book
you were hoping to write
remains unwritten.
The trip
you were hoping to take
remains untaken.
The love
you were hoping to find
remains unfound.
You survived
another pandemic summer
and that is enough
to hope for.
My friend
you have survived
the pandemic’s first year
My friend
you have survived
the pandemic’s second year
My friend
you have survived
the pandemic’s third year
And now
you have even survived
the pandemic’s fourth year
But, my friend,
you have not yet survived
the pandemic.
If you are wondering
why the start of this year
feels so much worse
than the start of last year
know that it is because
a year ago at this time
you still had hope.
It is just unrealistic
to expect the public
will make any sacrifices
for the sake of public health
—at least, that is what he said,
after driving his car
sober and seatbelted
to a restaurant
where no one is allowed to smoke
and at which the employees
must wash their hands.
Do not believe them
when they tell you
that masks must be banned
to prevent crime
you must listen carefully
to what they are really telling you,
what they are really telling you is:
if they can
they will make it a crime
for us to take care of each other.
Is it time to panic?
No, it is not time to panic.
But when the CDC asks
for personal protective equipment
to be made “available to workers
on dairy farms, poultry farms,
and in slaughterhouses”
it is probably time for you
not to panic, but
to order more respirators.
Four years ago
my office emptied
as we were told
to work from home
and though those days
were lonely ones
there was a comfort in knowing
that so many of us
were doing the same thing
but now I sit in an office
surrounded by sick coworkers
and these days
just feel even lonelier.
We must not allow
children to see
masked faces
for it might give them
the impression
that some people
believe they have a duty
to protect one another
and we wouldn’t want
children thinking that.
You can tell
that you are living
in the dark times
if when they ask you
if you have heard
the terrible news
you have to respond
by asking them
which terrible news
they mean.
When I look back now
at the plague’s early days
I do not miss the uncertainty
the pharmacy’s empty shelves
or the panic in people’s eyes
though I will admit
I do quite miss
believing that it would not last long
and the idea that we
would get through it together.
When this is over
the historians will sift
through the records
and wonder how it was
that so many people
went about their lives
quietly and calmly
while falling into the abyss
and should you find this
my dear historian
please know
some of us wondered
about that at the time.
I know, my friend,
that you are tired
of hearing about the virus
but please understand
there are many people
who are very tired
of trying to get you to listen.
Please remember
even now
you have not survived
the pandemic
rather, you are surviving
the pandemic,
please remember this
especially now
as it increasingly seems
that quite soon
you will be surviving
the pandemics.
Quietly and calmly
without fanfare or fireworks
the CDC noted “COVID-19
can surge
throughout the year”
but this admission was made
quietly and calmly
without fanfare or fireworks
so as not to discourage anyone
from attending a barbecue.
He asks me why
I am wearing a mask
don’t I know
they aren’t required anymore?
And I want to tell him
how sad it is
that so many people
are only willing
to help each other
if they are required to,
but I am tired
so instead I just say:
yes, I know
they aren’t required anymore.
So the summer is ending
with your hopes unmet
there were no adventures
the books are still unread
your projects remain in progress
you did not even get around
to replacing the bed frame
but give yourself credit
you survived
a third summer of plague
that should be worth something
I freely admit
that I am not a doctor,
epidemiologist, nurse,
or other medical professional
but it seems to me
that if we truly want
to defeat the virus
perhaps we should try
to stop spreading it.
Should you find yourself
called weird
for still wearing a mask
you just need to remember
that in our present society
it is considered weird
to give a damn about other people.
They say
that it is simply too difficult
to teach people
how to properly put on a mask
as they stand there in shoes
that someone once taught them
how to properly tie.
After their
consistently masked daughter
spoke out against mask bans
an insider noted
that her celebrity parents
“support her
on whatever she chooses to do”
and while it is wonderful
they support her,
it is unfortunate
they do not support her enough
to wear masks alongside her.
I do not really know
what the end
of the pandemic looks like
though I feel confident
that more than 1,000 people dying
for twenty-one weeks in a row
is not what the end
of the pandemic looks like.
Dear friend,
a sincere apology
I know that my words
are often rather repetitive
please believe me
it is not intentional
but to be honest with you
I only ever really say one thing
and it’s getting more difficult
to find new ways to say
that we should take care
of each other.
Occasionally I see
a couple out in public
with one masked
and the other bare faced
or a photo of a family
with only one masked member
and when I see such things
I wonder
how the masked one
must be feeling
and then I look over
at my unmasked partner
and I think to myself: oh.
By today’s end
the pandemic will be over
for hundreds
by the week’s end
the pandemic will be over
for thousands
I hope that you and yours
will not be among them.