I helped Paul rearrange eggs in a carton.
This is important when your friend is intubated.
The lack of effectual power caused this shift.
Endlessly rearranging the mundane does not create immunity.
But it occupies the mind between Zoom visits.
The pain of waiting for good news makes reading impossible.
Paul searches for balance and finds it for an hour or two.
The house is cleaner than it has ever been.
Even the spots that require tip-toes and extension wands.
There is no herculean effort to view under the plastic hood.
Induced coma and tubes equal a wing and a prayer.
Paul takes his time in every task.
He feels detached like an unmatched sock.
He streams war movies aiming to carpet bomb his malaise.
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