Been in a spiral
since virus went viral
–my livelihood taken away–
my stress relief gym sesh’
too close to strange flesh,
–no movies
–no concerts
–no plays
if you paired up
before plague
–with or without ague–
you’re probably panicking less,
since 6-feet is same breadth,
as depth for you in death,
a distance unsocial
(at best)
To touch is the touchstone,
in tandem w pher’mone
2 ends of a yardstick collapsing,
now neither can make it
beyond zones of safety
–no kiss blown
–lest unknown
–starts gasping.
I wonder what measures,
we’ll turn to when pressure
to flatten the curve tapers off,
if full-body condoms
and masks will solve problem,
of airborne, and there borne
or not.
if dating on dot coms
will stay there–not go on
to meeting in person at last,
since droplets don’t travel
through sites, threads, or channels
but certainly make it
through masks.
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