How to Write a Poem During a Pandemic

If, in the middle
of the night, words
come; ignore
 
let the sleeping children
need you
 
though waves 
of light approach
 
let the man with whom you share
a pillow,
not feel the rise
of ink
 
the way your breath
has changed
to rough
 
in darkness, scribble:
 
now is the time for forgetting

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