Panleukopenia

You do load after load of laundry, grateful for the workhorse machine from a low-tech era and the hot Texas sun–ad hoc laundry assistant

You drag the oriental rug outside, wash it like a corpse before burial, ask if it can be saved

You scrub fabric, bleaching where you can, trying to wash out a virus which will not, does not, abate.

Push aside the agony of why you have to do all this. Walk this road. Pray for the resurrection of the dead and the impossible watercolors of heaven

Our Father

Who art in heaven

Hallowed be thy name

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

Here in us, as it is in heaven.

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