Tiny Coronavirus Stories: ‘Fears and tears eclipsed by good deeds’

My parents tell me they smuggled me in.
Like it’s a joke.
Like thousands haven’t died.
But there’s no border patrol waiting for us. No inspection team. No need to hide in the trunk.
Fleeing from ghost town to ghost town.
It wasn’t until my walk last night after the storm, listening to Mitski – deep bass and foggy sorrow-voice – that I remembered the point of being alive. Heard frogs sing from the creek. Watched a girl dance under a streetlamp, not a care in the world. Saw a shooting star.
So shocked I forgot to make a wish.
— Jivani Rodriguez (Fairfield, Iowa)

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