Poetry

Borrelia Etcetera


Spider wove the dream

That became this world,

But her little cousin

Wove a nightmare.


It was all about fear then,

Fear, and a massive curve

Of slow, difficult learning

About minutiae monsters

And a family’s survival,

From the first crisis,

Over seven thousand,

Three hundred days

Of Borrelia etcetera.

Fear became familiar,

Once familiar, benign,

Now it sits in a dark

And quiet corner,

While we celebrate the lives

We refused to stop living.

This is how a family survives

Over seven thousand,

Three hundred days

Of Borrelia etcetera.

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