Dear Pandemic Diary: Day 291

by Valerie Frost

In social isolation, the brain begins to act in strange ways to preserve its sanity.
— Frank T. McAndrew, The Conversation

I slept in again today.
It’s okay, though–
for once,
I am not late for anything.

I think some major holiday has passed.

It was nice of the UPS man to stop by again.
I think he lingers after ringing the bell
so I can catch him to say hello.

He might have a crush on me.

I take my time
to open the box he brought –
wonder what came today?
It must be a gift!

From: Me
To: Me

I make a note of the contents,
so I can remember to send a “Thank You.”

I could use a bottle of wine.

The silence would be maddening
except the aquarium filter
sounds like a drunk person
taking a piss,
my wooden door hanger
intermittently knocks,
and the refrigerator maintains
this constant low hum.

Should I even put deodorant on?

Valerie Frost is a Garden State native. She lives in Central Kentucky with her twin three-year-olds. Her poems have appeared in the Eastern Iowa Review, Anti-Heroin Chic, Thimble Literary Magazine, and elsewhere. Sabiyha Prince is an anthropologist, artist, and author based in Washington, DC.  Her books and essays explore urban change and African American culture, and her paintings and photo collages grapple with memory, identity, kinship and inequality.

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