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January 1, 2025

Two poems I wrote in 2020

On pandemics & eugenics under capitalism

In 2020 I started writing poems about COVID to help me cope. I think I stopped around 2022, when I wrote about the people cheering about no longer having to mask on airlines while disabled, immunocompromised, and chronically ill people continued to feel left behind & even more excluded from public spaces. I stopped because writing poetry about it started to just make me feel worse.

I really like two of these poems & feel they convey my experience well as a chronically ill person grappling with COVID eugenics, but I doubt many places would publish them since the world is desperately trying to forget a virus that is very much still with us. So, here they are.

1.

Dream after dream

I am at a bar again

I am with my friends again

The virus doesn't exist

Or it has been eradicated

By collective action

In real life my state is open

Even though the virus

Is not gone

To think I fear something invisible but then again

Most of what I fear is invisible

Don't worry, it's almost gone, it's getting better they say

While the numbers grow past what we ever expected and this is what a pandemic does in a country that doesn't care enough,

Turns people into numbers

Dead people now just statistics used to decide if we should all go back to work or not

Make money to save an economy in a country that doesn't give a damn about us unless we already have money

They don't care if their decisions bring more workers, more sick people

To their graves

2.

United States geography is different

in my dreams,

I am closer to everything I wish I wasn't far away from in reality

Do you ever remember things being this bad?

I thought I knew what bad was before

It didn't feel as hopeless as this

The worst thing is we don't know when it will end

So I take classes online because the world doesn’t pause

Even for a global pandemic

My doctor says I need another MRI at some point

I think if I had an MRI right now, at this moment

It would reveal

Lesions inside my head where the fear lives

Where my anxiety breathes

Another universe inside me

But I've never felt so small

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