My Cardboard Balcony

Carefree by Belinda Roddie Llamas don't have to worry about the coronavirus. Lucky bastards.

Cocoon by Belinda Roddie They say that when, at last, I metamorphose and break free, I should be able to fly. But what if it's warm enough, safe enough, and sane enough for me to stay, without growing painful stained glass wings? Let me sleep a while longer in the bed that I have woven. I spun these blankets myself. I wove my dreams into their patterns. When the plague outside finally subsides, perhaps I will decide to rise and become beautiful again.

Extraterrestrial Hay Fever by Belinda Roddie The aliens ultimately decided not to arrive during the spring.

For Kitties by Belinda Roddie Kitty wants the sausage, kitty wants the chicken, kitty wants the dinner with all the fixings. Humans tell kitty none of it is for kitties. But kitty disagrees. It is all for kitties.

Keeping Me Cyber Company by Belinda Roddie It's time for snacks, booze, and online games with family.

Social Distancing by Belinda Roddie If only I could kiss you through your computer screen.

by Belinda Roddie "I brought you your favorite pie." "..." "Aaron?" "Yeah." "It's right there. On the table. Your favorite pie." "..." "Strawberry rhubarb. That's your favorite. Right, honey?" "..." "...God damn it, Aaron." "What." "Why did you do it?" "John." "Why? Out of all the stupid arguments we've had..." "Don't start." "You decide to get uppitiy about Valentine's Day chocolate..." "John, please stop." "Then you go to Rick's and get fucking shitfaced. Like, I may drink a lot, but I'm not an alkie." "Debatable." "Shut up, Aaron. Just. Please. Shut up." "..." "..." "..." "..." "...I shut up." " Aaron." "Sorry." "...A bus, dude." ...