since the pandemic began there has been no free bread or precious little and i was always the early worm if i could but now they come at 1am when the shift changes but now the snowstorm kept the birds a-nesting so i got several kinds of loaves. it's been a month since i went home to the other home now it's home away and my precarious plants are probably preterite. and it's been a month of suspense between payment of bills at the currency exchange and now everything is more precarious and perilous i suppose though they say the confirmed cases are decreasing is that true and it's not safe anywhere anyway and i want to be free of this but i wish we would at the same time never ever go back to the previous precarious and perilous prevaricating paucity of the crushing mask of normality.