I Wrote This At 4am Sick With Covid ((hot)) Site

The sun will be up in two hours, and the world will start its engine. But here, in the 4:00 AM fog, it’s just me, this rattling chest, and the terrifying, quiet realization of how much space a single virus can take up in a life. hallucinatory fever-dream side of this, or keep it grounded in the physical exhaustion

Reviews of poetry collections written in the thick of the illness—such as Days of Grace and Silence —often highlight the "cruel disconnect" between the body and the world. i wrote this at 4am sick with covid

Drink your water. Take your temperature. Don't Google your symptoms (I beg you, do not fall into the WebMD rabbit hole at 4 AM; it leads only to terror). The sun will be up in two hours,