Notes in the time of corona: a prayer for my sadness

Okay boomer

You snuck up on me

Just like my years

I protest though

And run half marathons

On wrinkled, sturdy legs 

My mother’s legs

This hair is natural, never dyed, not gray

(but I would let it be gray if it wanted)

I am invisible in my sadness

May you see me

Not as my years and senior discount

And early grocery shopping hours

Ruining the economy

Taking up ventilators

That could save someone younger

My life matters too