This poem was written a couple of years ago as part of my writing class’ found poem project. (A found poem takes existing texts and reorders the words. Usually, I select anywhere from 75-150 and then cut them in half. Then from there, I construct a poem.)
I had read Lauren Groff’s Florida, which is a collection of short stories set in the state. As a transplant who has struggled to live here, I found her stories to be affirming of my angst about this state. The fact that Florida is now the epicenter of the virus serves as no surprise to me. The lack of leadership is epic in its dysfunction. I thought today was a good day to share my anxiety as well as my observations. I want to thank my stepdaughter for her help in transferring my poem to the post. It was trial and error but she made it work!