# 122
I should write a poem
for my birthday,
but I don’t know how
to begin.
Perhaps it’s COVID
that brings me this feeling
of not knowing,
maybe it’s just me.
I want to be somewhere else
today, but circumstances
are what they are,
I’m here.
We will fix this
by going out to dinner tonight.
Fuck COVID.
I’ll have a bourbon and some fresh pasta.
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