When quarantine is over...
(written April 29, 2020)
When quarantine is over…
I will miss how quiet my apartment is at night without the 5R bus line whirring pas with calculated precision, rattling the window panes just enough to make me question if it’s actually an earthquake every. single. time.
I will miss making endless homemade pizzas with increasingly strange toppings, and cutting them in any shape I want because there are no rules now, this is anarchy
I will miss the way my muscles hurt so good from walking 35 miles a week to maintain a safe commute, and my sanity. I will miss the empty streets and the irrelevant traffic signals. I do not miss you, tourists
I will miss how sidewalks have become chalked canvases, and boarded up windows dueling grounds for creative hands
I will miss getting to hear your voice over the phone for the first time because let’s face it, we thought that art was dead. You sounded good by the way
I will miss being able to read as many books in two months as I normally would in a year, omg I may never resurface
I will miss the vicious cycle of cuddling Comal incessantly, and then spending just as long de-hairing my entire apartment
I will miss how I thought eating a clove of raw garlic a day would protect me from the virus, only to be rewarded with a week-long case of the fieriest heartburn I e’er did see
I will mss how much I’ve come to love the creases in the corners of your eyes, because I can’t see your masked smile
I will miss being able to sleep so. well. every. single. night. how. about. you. you. too?
I will miss having enough time and space for creative thought to imagine five alternate realities for myself in vivid detail. Still deciding which to actually pursue. But they all involve a backyard and either chickens or goats so there’s that
But mostly, I will just be really fucking glad to see you again.