Two pints of Irish dark

Two pints of Irish dark
& people in masks [it’s
all some kind of terror]

My belly warms before
it promises to burst to
spasm/ My doctor isn’t

seeing any patients – I
can only phone [unless
it is so urgent]/ My gut

is not wanting to wait/
These days are worse –
worse than a pre-flight

parade & confirmation
of who-what-where as
we try to move through

to another country – &
I miss my Israeli family
& their ability to laugh