this year… I had forgotten you.
not exceptional, I had forgotten almost everyone
I had forgotten my mother, sister, brother
and all friends
I was thinking only of me,
my mask-wearing, wash-handed
I was wearing a mask,
but it was not a mask
it was a metaphor
to be in pain and see: clouds
covering the whole sky
that never lift
but if they did:
not really caring about my fellow man,
just scared and scared and scared.
Waking up, breathless and covered
in my own sweat.