Today, my shadow is side effects after a third dose of BioNtech. My shadow is sweats and chills and the rumble of the water boiler heating for the seventh or eighth or ninth shower. My shadow is the old woman in the diner telling me that she has no room of her own now that they have moved houses. My shadow is a bright walk up a hill. My shadow is amplified sunlight due to flu-like symptoms. My shadow is a few phone calls with friends. My shadow is ebbing and flowing, is waxing and waning, is here and there. My shadow is picking up one book only to put it down and pick up another. My shadow is the cravings of flu-like symptoms, miso soup and dark chocolate: the salt, the bittersweet. My shadow is not having heard from someone I want to hear from. My shadow is writing about it. My shadow is in limbo. But what my shadow is not, is going away.
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