Rough Living He’s been “rough living” as they call it. Skin over bones, frost-bitten hands. “How’re the kids?” he asks, like it matters now. “They’ve got me quarantined, top of the shelter. Might have the virus. Might not.” The words blur; rearrange themselves. “You shouldn’t have left. I’m going to die and it’s your fault.” I have no reply. File the email away with the others, close the door. I’ve been here before, made the mistake of letting the door open. A crack, all he needed to inflict the pain of ice-cold fists and carcinogenic tongue. Instructions for Starting Your Day During a Pandemic 1. Open your eyes. It was a rough night – breathing was shallow. More than usual? Less? 2. Check for fever. Is that a fever, or are you just warm from sleep? 3. Take your morning meds. Is your throat sore or is it just dry? 4. Go to the washroom. Wash your hands. Use the toilet. Wash your hands. 5. Check your eyes. Do they look normal? Bloodshot? Jaundiced? 6. Wash your face, brush your teeth. Wash your hands. 7. Was that a cough right now? Did you cough? Did you cough into your sleeve? Do you have a cold? Wash your hands. 8. Feed the cat. Wash your hands. 9. Disinfect anything and everything in the house that anyone may have touched in the last three to six hours. 10. Call your best friend and cancel coffee… just in case. Wash your hands. home invasion we locked our doors hid ourselves away tiptoeing quietly through our days until a blast of frosty air through wind-shattered door brought the unwanted guest holding us hostage with threats and taunts fever and chills invading our home bursting the iridescent bubble
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Sally Quon is a dirt-road diva and teller of tales, living and laughing on the traditional territories of the Syilx people in the Okanagan Valley. She has been shortlisted for Vallum Magazine’s Chapbook Prize two consecutive years and is an associate member of the League of Canadian Poets. Her personal blog, https://featherstone-creative.com is where she posts her back-country adventures and photos.
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