Thousands of miles away

I read this article today about how a hospital in Texas is deciding to handle rising numbers of Covid patients.

The entire article is alarming, but one thing struck me–thousands of miles away?

The entire state of Texas is not thousands of miles across from end to end any way you look at it.

While there are far-reaching and devastating consequences for everyone involved when people in need of care are summarily left to die and refused care,

I am also not sure how I feel about being told that there is not one place in Texas that will take very sick patients, the fragile and the dying.

Maybe we need to talk about that.

The Multiverse You

It is 4:53 in the morning and the-multiverse-you is sleeping somewhere

(Perhaps held in the arms of her beloved)

…she does not know about the foster children, or the loss, the things you use to distract you

From the sound of being cracked open

a meal, a primitive marine creature–a crab, a lobster, a clam

The oral surgeon calls the missing piece of you by the kind of nickname you might use for a lovable but naughty child—that little stinker or cuss or rascal

Only, the-multiverse-you tells it as though it were a puzzling but mildly discomfiting dream

No mention, no hint even

Of global dishevelment and chaos on the planet where she sleeps,

untouched

As you fiddle with various words for comfort to mask the pain

In all the broken places.

Jargon of Uncertain Times

“Now more than ever” they say addressing “these uncertain times” while the quiet is a lovely, spooky thing

Like Prufrock’s curling fog or the calm eye at the middle of every storm

I play the sober girl’s version of a drinking game–keep a running tally of each meaningless thing we say

To ellipsize all the scooped-out half moon lost stitches

In the story of our world

The case of the disappearing email

I have watched (read) coverage of a big (really big) powerful (really powerful) Entity which has been recently caught out lying.

This particular lie involved a lot of people, maybe all of us. The Entity is pretty powerful.

And I have lived in the place they do. So I shoot off an email detailing my pain over the lies, the way victims’ voices were suppressed, the great need for western journalists to hear and report the truth.

When I went back to my sent folder the email had been erased. No content.

What happens when Big Brother can silence little sister? What happens when we, the free, let him?

When the masks run out

“Can you sew? The medical masks are running out or have run out where Covid-19 has hit hard. Please consider sharing this post.

Simple cloth mask tutorials are online and on YouTube.

Please sew and share.”

That was the original post, after news that Texas is already able to calculate when masks and other PPE devices will run out–in weeks. not months.

I get that “the economy” is important, but without some significant investment in the life and health of the millions of people who are and will be hit and the healthcare workers who will also be hit by the devastating consequences of Covid-19, just opening America for business may not be the wisest and safest way

To fight this contagion.

I do think that short of lockdown (best plan), we need to discuss store hours for seniors and the immuno-compromised, husbanding ventilator resources, and yes,

We are probably going to need those homemade masks

More than ever.

Matthew 24:7-8 KJV

[7] For nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom: and there shall be famines, and pestilences, and earthquakes, in divers places. [8] All these are the beginning of sorrows.