I’ve been keeping a journal this quarantine because I’m not doing much other personal writing and because I’m afraid if I don’t I’ll forget what all of this feels like. It’s only kind of working. I don’t want to write much. What I do want to write are lists, are small bad poems about martinis, are complaints about easy things. But this morning as I was …
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