Good Friday be like
Corona comin’ for you.
Where, death, is your sting?
whimsical winsome
April wafts, waltzes onto
brassy COVID’s stage
Fill my jiaozi lungs
With stuffed breath, lamb, beef, and spice
Nourishing air, 吃 (chi: eat)
Somnambulism:
The nation that never stops
Found itself asleep.
Disband, disperse, duck
Everything is repugnant
But I need more milk.
Michigan shut down.
Mitten, smitten with virus:
Pre-modern lifestyle.
moon floss, bumfodder
hoarded by the quarantined
one ply, two ply, three
In the mail today
Came peaunut butter pretzels
COVID contentment
super blood wolf moon
foreshadowed cursed virus
unfazed, we looked up