Pandemic Poetry, because why not.


Pandemic anxiety has me wrapped in layer upon layer of fearful silk.

Every variant, every loss, every rage-inducing government miss-step and ableist, selfish, anti-vaxx/anti-mask asshole adds another layer.

Someday I’ll emerge…

but I don’t know when

or as what.

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