i hate this nasty new disease this virus that imperils each breath that has me reading portents in a sneeze, and peering round corners looking for death.
did you know sirens have a dying sound a sort of fucked up banshee wail? it’s the sound of a life winding down as the body of a neighbor begins to fail.
every day we hear the lazy cry as the ambulance crawls to a stop at door of another family nearby waiting for the final shoe to drop.
you feel a shameful creeping disbelief as the stretcher moves up another’s walk and your shoulders sag in relief when the siren moves on up the block.
M. Morehead – 4/26/2020