Life in Quarantine: Witnessing Global Pandemic is an initiative sponsored by the Poetic Media Lab and the Center for Spatial and Textual Analysis at Stanford University.
Latin for Life
A migraine so jasmine that it clings to the cortex
like a floor-length drape that obscures any view
from the window. Copley Square shines barren
of the unmasked, and even they are scant, dispersed
among the traces of spring which begin invisibly,
in the damp smell of earth and the tentative buds
of silver maples. Am I getting sick? Are you well?
A virus inhabits the gray zone between the animate
and inanimate, spreads unseen from touch, breath,
the very qualities that make us human. “Staying
at home isn’t a personal choice. It’s an ethical duty,”
urges a retweeted headline while I eat my yogurt.
It’s also the purview of the privileged, those of us
who can Zoom from home and still collect a paycheck.
The woman who bagged my groceries, Guatemalan,
is dead. I just read about her in The Boston Globe
and recognize her by her half-smile, by her fingers.
Vitalina Williams was her name and she’s survived
by a husband who could not get close enough to her
in the hospital to say goodbye. He tells the reporter
“nobody’s to blame, and everybody’s to blame.”
She wasn’t given a mask, because there weren’t any.
The man who unloaded pallets of dairy products
from the back of a tractor trailer might be getting
sick and the migrant workers who work on farms
might be exposing themselves to deadly pathogens
so that we can all stay safe. That’s democracy now.
That’s the line between the haves and the have-nots.
There’s a metaphor here, I think, hating myself
for thinking figuratively in the face of literal work.
How a virus attaches to a host cell, then penetrates
to replicate itself until it bursts from the membrane,
killing its host. It’s stunning to see under the eye
of an electron microscope, aesthetically pleasing
even, a haloed Helen Frankenthaler abstraction,
although all I can see in mid-morning’s throbbing
light is Vitalina’s dark eyes and her brown fingers,
meticulously sorting the pasta sauce into one bag
and the eggs into another so that they won’t break.
[submitted on 3/30/2021]
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