there is nothing to say and nothing to do
but lie in bed and think about ... things
the mice
the virus
the bacteria
the dust
the articles and belongings I have taken responsibility for and must somehow dispose of
the broken glass I am learning to ignore
the child labour I lightheartedly bought into
the sunshine returning
I could say I'm far behind on my list of things to do
I could catch up with myself running laps on that track or let her go