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Poetry of Issue #8        Page 62

What day is it?

It’s July two? I thought it was three.
Who's keeping track anymore?
July 4th is on a Saturday
perfect day for this holiday
get out in the sun
celebrate America
bar-be-que with friends
but we’re still living in quarantine.
It’s July two? I thought it was three.
Who's keeping track anymore?
Quarantine’s a lonely scene.
Eating California Rolls alone
I think of what you’re going through.
I stop, and I begin to cry
my body shakes
curls into my skeleton
salty tears flow into my mouth
I lose my appetite.
July Fourth no red, white just blue.
Quarantine how much longer
must I live with you?

  Linda Kleinbub