And this is the first--
this is the first poem I wrote on Zoom during the pandemic.
It's called "Howl."
"A refrigerator makes a lot of--
a refrigerator makes a lot of sound.
So does a bird.
People are always talking, full of love and pain.
We started a fund, and the dogs are needing some money.
And I don't know how to do it, and I'll
learn from one of them.
Tom's blue shirt and glasses.
Oh, perfect, my t-shirt is good.
My pen works.
I breathe."