we have loved

each other long

enough 

that what I don’t say still

echoes in the mind,

I am so bored

of raising facts:

stabbings, assaults,

my husband knows

better than to tell

me what to do, speaks

his care so that

I don’t have to eat

my fear of going alone

to the grocery store

I have choices like

that day one month ago

when I asked my son 

to please stop

telling people

you are Chinese

We’re running a Coronavirus poem once a week, after a call for submissions. You can read more information, and a listing of the poems, here.