I am a child, Ambrose. Today I celebrate my birthduring a pandemic. In my conical party hatI unwrap birthday presentsthough I did not ask, no one asks to be born. I did not choose to be marooned in my childhood homeother men strip of wood rotand reframe, repaint, after their own image. After theyhave finished, it will be as if I were never born. But OK, I’m sometimes OK with that. How many worlds … Continue reading Stay-at-Home Order by Cameron Morse