Tag: john-844

• December 10, 2023

  Poem 17

  I feel stupid; you’re contagious. I walkedinto your epidemic, expectationsbefuddled dancing drunk through all thoseisolation wards maskless fey and anileyour lilac-scented antimicrobialsmells faintly of vinegar – warn all the fruitflieswhat happened all those months in isolation?it seemed so short a time taking forever now the freedom feels like abandoned faithleaving us rudderless upon the vastshining…