The Misfortune of Being in America
In 2018 I met a woman from Hainan Island
A retired naval nurse, here on a tourist visa
She said she could stay for six months, but had
To go back for six to placate our governments
I met her four months in, so we had an intense
Two until I drove her to the airport in November
We continued to communicate using the WeChat
App because neither of us knew the other’s language
Spending hours of virtual text and video time together
Until a half year later I picked her up at LAX, then
We enjoyed a sex-filled six months of cohabitation
And became engaged to marry when my divorce
Would finally become final, but didn’t soon enough, so
I took her to the airport once more on December 10
She was due to return in June except the COVID-19
Virus took over the world in the winter and our orange
President hated China for the air invasion without a shot
Banned tourist travel for all the rest of 2020, reciprocated
By the end of summer, he tried to take it a step further
He wanted to end WeChat, our only way to understand
Each other with a click of a button, a federal judge
Overturned his edict, so we could still converse freely
It’s daylight savings time now, a sixteen hour difference
Between our zones instead of just fifteen, some change
Today is the election wherein we will find out if 2021
Will be a reunion year for us or the start of another
365 sleepy days and wakeful nights of picture sending,
Video sharing, 7000 mile apart masturbation. What’s next?
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