Breaking Point

Things begin to break
one year into this long haul,
the weight of each new day’s neglect
adding upon that of the one before
and before and before,
since the time before
this virus entered uninvited.

But what do my appliances
or wifi router or the faucet
of my bathroom sink
have on my spirit?

Let them break.
I will outlast them all.

Ann E. Wallace, a poet and essayist from New Jersey, has been documenting her experience with long COVID since March 2020 when she and her daughter fell ill. She is author of Counting by Sevens (Main Street Rag) and has previously published work in Eunoia Review, as well as in many other outlets, including HuffPost, Snapdragon, Crack the Spine, and Wordgathering. She can be found online at https://www.annwallacephd.com and on Twitter: @annwlace409.

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