Covid and Creativity
I have covid brain fog. Alternatively, I am exhausted after recently having covid, so my brain isn't working well. Either way, I have brain fog. I did write a poem in the middle of covid. This is how it appeared from my covid ridden body, and exactly how it felt. It is not edited, changed or otherwise improved. Covid Is like A running rug of Suffocating threads A taking over, of The body's pathways, Flooding them with swollen aching rivers Pulsating corners, It grips and squeezes, runs hot through veins Relentless ruthless searching out Every corner Sends hammers into bones and timpani into joints Sickness into stomach And a bomb To blow up your ear It eats your energy, sucks you dry Demands deference, surrender, a giving in A lowered brainless state of mute acknowledgement It is boss, for now It still is.