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New Poem

An Acrostic

I imagine, 

consequent to current events, 
a 
new paradigm
taking hold forever,

becoming the other “new normal”, 
reaching
even the farthest corners of the land,
an America
that is truly
home of the free and the brave,
eagles soaring above, everyone breathing below. 

New Poem

Ground Glass

The only freedom I've been longing for

is to go back to the blissful time

when I had no idea

how I would die.

Now I contemplate my covid comorbidities

and consider, should doctors see

the telltale ‘ground glass’ in my lungs

what might happen next ...

First, I develop pneumonia, a crushing pain in the lungs

I've known before. Then, perhaps weeks later, I wane

by a parade of organ failures; lungs, kidneys, liver, 

or an explosion coming as a stroke or heart attack.

Respiratory distress is an agonizing way to go.

Someone, if I am lucky enough to have someone,

will titrate my morphine, if I am lucky enough to have morphine,

and relieve my air hunger. Will, if I am lucky, help me die.

Until the blissful time returns, I'll stay home.

When I must venture out, I'll wear a mask

so you are free to worry less about ‘ground glass’

and if you were to return the favor

that would be

ever so kind.

Tammi Truax

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