inside the gas station where I went for sugar I didn't need grabbing sugar need didn't with his twist-locked mother in her young mother slight-shrug arm-cross
waving and saying high to me as he got into the car from behind his mask.
I am harboring a lot of anxiety. I have been having dreams...one of people telling me I have symptoms. I am thinking of giving up on the census sense I live with older folk. I am going to try to be steadfast about not entering people's homes.
Or I am definitely going to stop working.
