i'm the same as i was before no worse there's the corona but it's not in me. it's in my head but not real corona. the crown is the soft spot of the skull when you're born they say don't poke your finger in it. i scratch that spot when i'm anxious sometimes and it bleeds a little.
today there are 1876719 confirmed cases the number isn't the actual number which is impossible to count if you want to try it's low. it's very much higher. 561159 of them are in this country that i won't name. brr, it's winter again or a cold grimspring. the water is shut off and my hands itch for washing. the plumbing is making loud noise like giant bubbles piping through the building. the wind is snaking through the windows hissing. the numbers not accurate but reflecting change and stasis each number as stasis of seconds arbitrary in reality the numbers have changed as you read them, the old numbers with the calendar in old movies they show the wind flipping pages, the pages blown away. julia refers to time b.c. and now d.c.—the long waiting for a.c. time is queen of corona, q.c. now the toilet is filling and flushing repeatedly.