There was blood on the carpet. A few days before quarantine, the new carpet arrived. The one that looked so smart with my green, velvet futon. The one that made the unfinished basement palatable enough for my husband to work there each day. The one that gave us another “room” to escape to during lockdown. “Mom, you’re bleeding,” my daughter said. “Are you okay? Where’s all that blood coming from?” I didn’t know. I did a mental scan of my body. I started at the top of my head and worked my way down. Is my head okay? Check. My…
Author: Sylvia Catello
Sylvia Catello
I am a writer and cook. My poems and essays have been published in the Pittsburgh Post Gazette, the Pittsburgh Quarterly, and other publications. I am also the author of the food blog the Night Time Cook. I live in Trafford, PA with my husband and two children.