I was disgusted and angry when I read Allan and Leslie Slan’s letter in the Dec. 20 e dition of the Cape Gazette. To think that there are low-life degenerates still out there who would do such a thing to people just because of their beliefs. My wife.
my love, lift up the hours with kind words
that sway in the wind. I emerge, shop
the crowded aisles for food, first time
in a year, vaccinated at last. Driving home,
I pull the car over, weep. Today is a line
cast into murky water. I will take all
that luck offers. Tomorrow, I will be new,
dress up, beautify my nails. Strawberry
margarita is the color I will choose
to carry me from winter to spring, to fix
my naked fingers, locked-up toes. Today
I will soar with eagles, lie down with lions.
(But first, I must get out of bed.) Today,