Published in Cabinet of Heed, April 2020 and The Scroll, May 2020.
“I felt tears forming, which annoyed me. I told myself to get a fucking grip – I am his wife now, and I need to act like it. I am the person who needs to steer the ship alone when he’s incapacitated.
As each day passes, the virus loosens its grip on his body. There’s been no more vomited blood. Quarantine has been an odd mixture of anxiety and boredom.”
A stream of consciousness piece written during the coronavirus pandemic.
Read it here.