II
Turtle, wannna turtle,
Wanna hide but
Won’t let me so it’s like
Tryin’ hard, like puttin’
My face to freezing
Rain and walkin’ dead
On against wind.
The viral hurtin’
Body and spirit low.
Persevere, endure,
I wanna get back
To fabulous, wanna
Get back to livin’.
Wanna get back to me.

I
In fevered dreams I tossed and turned speaking to God
And I dreamed that He wanted me,
Not my life but my living and I didn’t want to go
I begged no but knew, once past you I may concede,
Not wanting to burden another or harm.
And yet why was I so sure suddenly we will part?
Because all the other always leaving is my creed?
And I awoke with a fever ‘bout to break.
Rough night, bloody rough night and your morning
Smiles brought more odd thoughts and weary peace.