a covid poem - one of many i've written in the last two years. i've been mulling over the idea of a little zine where i can compile all of my covid feels, but before all of that
i wrote this in a napowrimo workshop, and one of the prompts that lit a fire in me was a question centred around argument - what argument will you likely lose but still fight anyway?
until my natural life ends, i am wearing my mask. we'll meet with our masks on, we'll take selfies with our masks on, we'll shop with our masks on, we'll enjoy our weekend with our masks on. transcript:
this is the closest we’ve been in a long while, isn’t it? not exactly a fix for all the time we lost but this is as far as i go. with a screen between us, i’m safe enough to free the longing from my lungs
