Animal Crossing
A 2020 American Haiku Series
I plant flowers
Catch bugs and run
Around my own island
Nothing is on fire
No one has a virus
Everyone is friendly
Escape into
Animal Crossing
Is a 2020 mood
If only we could give gifts
Eat fruit and sell weeds and branches
In real life
The night comes
I talk to a ghost
The goals are rewarding and manageable
The smell of over 600 wildfires
The anger of a pandemic raging without interruption
The violence of racism and misogyny deepening
Sure, Tom Nook might be a bit of a Trumper
But we don’t talk about fascism in Animal Crossing
We just shake trees, run from bees, and exist in virtual joy
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Jenny Justice, Poet. Sociologist. Teacher. Mother. Woman. Author of Love in the Time of Climate Change and Reveal. You can read more of her poetry at Justice Poetic. Sign up for her newsletter here. Follow her on jennyjusticepoet.com.
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