Poem by Todd Boss
Film by Calum Macdiarmid
On Lockdown
a week
was a month
and a month
was cosmic.
We aged
like dogs age,
I hoped,
exponentially
wiser. I missed
the neons.
But
George Floyd
’s 8:46
stoked
something
older—on
an order more
systemic—
that broke
the fever
of the pandemic
and brought
to light a darker
and lonelier
disease. We are
more vulnerable
by far
than is realized
by even our
least sung,
furthest flung,
and most
compromised.
Every second
now
is eons.
by Todd Boss