Thanks to the current climate,
I’m pliable as a piece of dough
made for baking—
Today’s heat
now saps all my energy;
the extra weight
has made me feel slower;
fear has infected my system
like simple gluten.
People are still making
sourdough bread,
posting it online, Zooming it…
I have no time or desire
to make sourdough bread.
Sometimes
I feel sour in the head;
sometimes
my body feels like bread—
& I need
to snap myself out of it;
to metaphorically
punch myself
into a new attitude—
Next week
will be different;
us librarians
will be no longer resting
& covered up with damp towels
in a bowl (or tub).
Our brains will be useful again,
but the air outside
is still shaken with certain illnesses.
The thought of it
sours me whole;
a lot of good bread
is already infected
& where can we eat at work?