The Alphabet Makes No Sense
By Melissa Hurt
Another day
Blindsided by
Covid-19
Delays in normalcy
Except in
Finding flexibility...no
Gone.
Here.
I am. Right Here. Maybe.
Juggling roles—I’ll never
Know when to be
Leader, Friend, Teacher, or
Mama. It all mixes together.
Nowhere to go—
Or, maybe I could find
Pleasure HERE—no, this is not a
Quest towards
Reason. It makes no
Sense to not
Touch another
Unless it’s my child, so
Very tenderly
While I pop mindful breaths like
Xanax, no--
You hear me? my screen is not fro-
Zen.
Quarantine
By Melissa Hurt
i pace
my apart-ment’s
p e r i m e t e r
[caged]
curiously
cracking the door
to discover
a neighbor
passing by
my heart’s vibrant reach
beyond our six-foot separation
snaps back
cracks my ribs:
my breath
bursting “hello!”
weakened to
a wheeze-turned-whimper...
i crook my spine to
adapt
layering this
ache
with
the pain of
self-quarantine &
social distance.
dying
for the ease of life
before the
world
col-
lapse
d
denying
human beings as
social animals
now
reduced to
:dots: &
-dashes- on
a screen
<frozen>
.stopped.
Melissa Hurt will is adjunct faculty for the University of Albany Department of Music & Theatre. She owns Integrative Studio, LLC, and helps others become their true selves through embodiment practices.
Previous writing: Arthur Lessac’s Embodied Actor Training (Routledge 2014), I Am the Jungle: A Yoga Adventure (to be published August, 2020), and many articles and book contributions. melissahurt.com.