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Oh, these are weird times! If one thing isn’t falling apart, something else is. Or everything else is.

Fortunately, it is Poetry Marathon time again. This will be my fourth time participating—and, as I always say, I have opted to do the half-marathon again, because I like sleep.

I am looking forward to seeing what comes out this time around. Will I be able to get through 12 hours without writing anything about death or covid? Well, probably not, I suspect—but if any of the prompts can coax a new angle on something out of me, that’ll be good enough.

Good luck to everyone!

—Kevin

(25 June 2020)