Once a Week/I Make the Drive/Two Hours East

I dreamt when I finally made it to the grocery store they had everything on my list.

‘When I feel my heart break
I almost swear I hear it happen
It’s that clear and that hard’

My state has _{<three weeks and a month>} too late gone into real lock down today. I stopped looking for work two weeks ago; there’s no point.

_{<I’m afraid to type it out that>} So far no one I know is dead or seriously effected beyond how deeply we all share the impact of pandemic. Our governor has urged summer people and out of staters to stop coming here; that it’s not safe here either. It will take the villagers burning their million dollar chalets down to make a difference and I expect that day is coming sooner than later. There has already been the first aggression towards flatlanders within the past week. The fact that wealthy, mobile people are so profoundly responsible for putting all of the rest of us in danger is so on the nose it wouldn’t make the cut as a plot point in a novel.

‘I come in off the highway
And I park in my front yard
I fall out of the car
Like a hostage from a plane’

Sibling and Mister are ‘essential’ in our respective states. Neither perform actually essential work, but rather work for employers whose patrons have enough clout and money to demand their continued labor no matter the risk. He is staying home for at least this week, anyway. I don’t know when she will quit. I was hoping after last week, now that she knows ‘essential’ means ‘packing spices up for the military’.

‘Think of you a while
Start wishing it would rain’

I feel so compelled to keep some sort of record, some account. It is all so bleak and in the end we will be crushed and whoever remains of the super spreading vampires at the top will even more thoroughly own us and everything else and it’s just so tiring. None of it had to be this way.