UNCALCULATED NUMBER OF DAYS

Seems like forever I thought about dates
yet they pass

Too fast

times and days

                                      -the just swoosh away into nothing with loved ones waiting by

Luckily,
an old and now-so-distant-yet-now-so-online-close-friend-of-mine confessed about our
first-meet-friend-crush-long-ago, nine years ago or so from now

and I agreed

It was there and then and we both missed it

now we both hunch-crunch-deep throat or ways around intimacy
like grown-ups are supposed to do

chatting about groceries and lost-loved-ones
and how we might catch up with one another
over the subject of cucumbers

7 DAYS

Lock down day number five:
I make a lot of food

nice one too

Privileged ways of isolation:

stores are open

imports made way for

I select dystopian movies on streaming sites because it feels important to stay in tune with the time being

Groupings of ten (people) are maximum amount
(five people – tops)

Three is a crowd

and illegal

In the wine store:
security guards push away those standing closer than one meter apart

Who will measure the new standards and regulations
when all this is over

when risks have minimized
when new risks will be argued

When new threats have been cleared and noticed

reasons for
(once again)
checking ID:s

and closing borders

I tremble

sensing times I do not wish to see

wiped out lines between sense and senseless

Seven days in:
already mapping movements