mid-july, 2020covid journal entry i live in the comfort and confinement of my childhood bedroom and i don’t know what age i am i open my laptop, click ‘Zoom’ and i am at work, at school i cling to my family as we fight over quiet spaces over bandwidth i sanitize every box of crackers i bring home from the grocery store like my life depends on this i have nowhere to go but i put on my brightest clothes, and call a friend to reclaim some life mornings are quiet, there is always a small dog nestled in the covers at my side August 22, 2020isa posner gave me hope(text message transcript) “…How are you doing?” “…Well. School started up and Im cranking it!keeping my spirits up…” “Glad to hear…I’ve been up and down,trying to process