Another day
of waking in an office that is a home
of Google meets & Zoom calls & working in Teams
& cooking, whatever, on the side
& being professional through a screen.
Weeks this has been going on.
At what point, you wonder
did Unprecedented become routine?
Another day
of waiting, on hold, in a queue
of tinny Muzak playing & applications lost & overdue
& struggling to pay all of the bills
& pawning, everything, to just make do.
Months this has been going on.
At what point, you wonder
will Universal Credit come through?
Another day
of watching the beep, beep, beep
of canned air pumped into phlegm filled lungs
& observing vitals to prevent a relapse
& enduring constant funding gaps.
Years this has been going on.
At what point, you wonder
will the National Health Service collapse?
Another day.