When I say I am positive
I don’t mean to covid
But I really don’t know that
I mean I love life
But I could have Covid
But really it would be so awful yeah
I dream of playing concerts in the sky
And I don’t want people to give
The virus to me
Cause I want to be positive
In a loving life kind of way
Not not not to covid oh no
I want to live my life
Talking to my friends
Giving high fives oh yeah
But because of covid 19
You can’t do that
It could drive you fucken insane
I don’t like this virus
Cause it ***** up footy
I don’t like this virus
Cause you can’t watch movies
If you were out of work
Before it came
You have buckleys of ever getting
A job right now
Especially if you ain’t young oh yeah
And you have no chance of being
In an essential service job
When I say I am positive
I don’t mean to covid
At least that it is I hope I hope I hope not
I prefer to be positive in loving life
I am glad that movies and theatre
Is online but you still have to pay
Oh yeah you pay
You can watch concerts and footy games
Having fun guessing players names
If you are old and you can’t go to church
You have to stay home and pray pray pray
To keep being positive
But not to covid
Oh yeah you need to be careful
If you party at all
You have to do it on your computer
At home
And if you are singing loudly
Your neighbours will be upset
So you say to them
Fucken live your life
We can’t party in our clubs
Or festivals so let us party at home
It shows that I am positive
But not to covid
Even if I am it won’t **** me
Well I hope I am right
I won’t go at it without a fight
I haven’t got covid yet
But I can assure you mate
It won’t silence me
Nothing can silence me

wearing hoods
(like a cloak)
to hide our faces
we would be mothers slink
into hospitals for
discreet procedures

we size each other up
wonder who did
what? who was
careless? who was
unlucky?

who is
being selfish
right now?  

we watch tv
eyes darting to check
out the new arrival

in the room with
the nurses i get my drugs
i am confused when the doctor arrives
my legs are secure in stirrups
but my head slides
she chooses now
to ask me how it happened
(don’t doctors know?)

she lectures me
about birth control
tells me she doesn’t ever
want to see me
in here again
like the guy
at the seven eleven
when i stole
a chocolate bar at age twelve




there is prodding and suction
but i’m too high to care
a nurse tells a story
about a friend  
with a bad flu
and there is the hum
of the little vacuum

i try to tell them
about my friend
who chugged Buckleys
cough syrup to catch her breath
in basketball
but they ignore me or
maybe i’m so high
that i don’t realize that
i’m not talking anyways
it’s too bad
it’s a funny story

they wheel me into a room
where i sit with other women
in loungers letting
the drugs wear off

we bleed
through our gowns
get paraded to
the bathroom to change
archaic belted pads

blood stains our robes
for everyone to see
every girl’s worst nightmare