Dang, wish I could help, Cat.
But alas, no bells are ringing.
I have a new poem in mind (just for comedy).
Had an absurd chat with a friend and we got entirely ridiculous. Felt so good to laugh.
(If this discussion seems odd on a thread about poetry, you're not alone.
The fact is, though, I have embraced odd.)
What such a poem MIGHT be about (if I write it) is this nugget that popped into my head:
--Most of our adult lives, we sniff our own armpits out of FEAR--to check that we don't stink, or to be sure we're deodorized before meeting others, or whatever. (Except for hippies, bless 'em.)
--NOW, I'm sniffing my armpits and delighting in my aroma. She likes her own too! We got into talking about how quarantine is bringing out our inner animals. I said if I were a dog I'd be delighted by my own butt. ("Reverting to animal" in the dark survival/predatory sense is of course not what I mean, I shall not cannibalize no matter what....but it was a positive train of thought. We're so disconnected from the simple aliveness of being animals. We're a remarkable species, but still just fancy mammals. Personally, I got a kick out of pitceptability turned on its head. Made my T laugh telling her I put on deodorant before our Zoom appts. The truth is, I just want to do less laundry.
None of that is remotely like the grace of a poetic eulogy, but a poet brain will go anywhere.
(Will update on knee etc on the Health Update thread....thank you for asking!)
Hope you find the poem.
hugs
Hops
