January 1, 2022:
A year that was not. Or naught.
Invoices and receipts, but no memories.
Flights, the hotel, the offices, the client. Romeo void.
Later the new nothing.
Lockdown, isolation, fear of homelessness.
Married with aphasia, agoraphobia, fear of nearly everything.
Dear diary:
At this moment, today, right now,
there are funds for exactly four more months.