“No tit to pull” by Sasha at Knowlton Lake

Saturday March 21, 2020
8:38am
5 minutes
Carnation Milk
Anonymous

My tits are tired and grouchy

A blister beginning on the right nipple

I take a sharp inhale when Lola latches

And think about how pain is relative

Pain is universal

Pain is the slice on my pinky by the black knife 

I didn’t realize was so sharp

Pain is the ache of longing felt in my marrow

Dull and then swollen

Dull again and then deafening

 

My hands are dry and gaunt 

Nails longer than I like

CBC radio tells us about almost eight hundred deaths

In Italy where they can’t keep up

A new lexicon has begun

Contamination

Exposure

Did you wash your hands when you…?

Did you sanitize the bottom of the little shoes?

Did you wipe the outside of the bag of oats?

 

Social distancing makes the need for social media real

All the single people in basement apartments

All the seniors with their doors closed and blinds drawn

Wishing a bird might sit on the tree outside and sing Frank Sinatra 

All the families driving one another crazy

But at least they’ve got company in these days that are both so long

And so short blurring and cross fading one to the next

Cook eat play nap cook eat play nap cook eat play goodnight song

 

When this is all over

Let’s have a parade for the postal workers

The researchers

The grocery store stockers and cashiers

And hospital janitors

The nurses coming out of retirement

The neighbours buying extra cartons of eggs for the old man in number seventy

Whose wife died six weeks ago and whose family is in Portugal