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.

Trolley c/o NYS Writers Institute

Science Library 320

University at Albany

Albany NY 12222   

nyswritersinstitute.org 

© 2020 All rights reserved.​

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