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Poem by Leonie Hertig
Covid-19 physically separated me and my partner. We were unable to meet and our gatherings were dictated by contradictory guidance and rules that changed every few days. Especially in summer and autumn the messages and what was allowed became more and more conflicting and it was impossible to handle the capriciousness of the situation. During that time I tried to channel how I felt into written word to gain some sort of control.
Things that trigger me
Watching you move through
a pixled screen
Grandparents being able
to hug grandchildren
The words
„it wouldn't make that much of a difference“
A group of teenagers admiring
their new eyebrows
Podcasters talking about the sex ban
in a joking way
Debates whether nightclubs
should open again
Politicians walking far too closely
Caught by paparazzi
Explaining my family why
I can hug you outdoors but not indoors
The words
I am here for you