March 22-25, 2020

you know how, when they’re feeling wretched, they’ll say

“I feel like I got hit by a Mack Truck”?

well today, at the end of it

“I feel like I got hit by a Smart Car”

not feeling too badly

(and it’s certainly NOT COVID-19)

just sufficiently unenthusiastic

to not want to do much of anything

it started this afternoon (well, yesterday, actually

but I’ll start with this afternoon)

when we were at Dan and Kim’s

watching videos made of children

now twenty years gone, or more

the frenetic camera

scooting place to place

wild panning, uncanny zooms

(and perhaps the Trifle and the whisky

after lunch)

combined to cause such a case of vertigo

or motion sickness

or whatever you want to call it

as I’d never had before

piling that up on top of yesterday

when I was cutting the fridge gable

down to size

inhaling dust (despite my kerchief)

that would never make it into our new kitchen

has had the conclusion that I now lie under

a Smart Car

I think it’s red

but it might be yellow