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In the Isolation Grocery

I will wear a bright blue dress

To the isolation grocery tomorrow

And tights with hearts all over them.

My neighbor will cup her hands to call

A safe six feet across the carrots,

“I love your tights!” I’ll say,

“I like your hat,” and grin,

And for this moment we won’t guess

Who could die because they came here today

Who might have lived ten more years, thirty,

If they’d had flour and eggs left at home.

For this moment, I’ll step aside,

Let the next one out of the soup aisle

Before I go in, wash my hands,

Wear my strained smile in the distance

And my cheerful blue banner

That I am still me.

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