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December 2020
Barbara Leeds
Three hundred thirty thousand Americans dead
I decline invitations
Stay home
Alone
Boxes of cookies arrive unexpectedly
Allergic, I regift them
And again receive
This time real food
On Zoom
I learn my would-have-been hosts have Covid
I wasn’t going to do Christmas
What do I need with presents?
My self-preservation instincts strong
My sister’s tumor benign
Vaccines—and a new president—on their way
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