Coronavirus poem 2: upaya

we have loved
each other long

that what I don’t say still
echoes in the mind,
I am so bored

of raising facts:
stabbings, assaults,
my husband knows

better than to tell
me what to do, speaks
his care so that

I don’t have to eat
my fear of going alone
to the grocery store

I have choices like
that day one month ago
when I asked my son

to please stop
telling people
you are Chinese