the part unseen

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I can’t see a germ.

I can’t see inside a person’s soul.

Even with my expensive trifocal lenses, that’s something I can’t do.

I can’t see these things.

I am wary of the things I think might be there….somewhere inside…the things that might hurt me.

I watch and wonder when the hammer is going to fall.

I wait for the germ or an unexpected cruelty to take me down.


I’m just fooling around.

I don’t have such a negative world view.

People are usually good…usually nice.

I like people.

But…this Covid-19 stuff is pretty crazy.

Homemade protection is what we need.

Jenny went to the store yesterday and told me that she’d seen a bunch of old people walking around in Playtex gloves and red bandanas….probably a raincoat or two….other weirdnesses…homemade hazmat suits.

That’s the best we can do…homemade protection.

Voodoo magic to keep the bad juju away.

I deliver mail but don’t want to touch or be touched by any of the people I see out in the world.

I don’t want to catch a germ.

If we don’t separate with our normal habits…our cellphones and distractions…well…this germ is going to finish the job and really keep us all apart.

I am afraid of the things that I cannot see.

I am afraid of my expectations.

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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