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Ghost in the Rearview

Covid diaries

Photo by Eric Weber on Unsplash

What an unfortunate circumstance,
To be stuck on E,
Gas tank sealed shut,
Yet the car keeps moving,
Moving,
Flesh and bones wrapped in steel,
Down abandoned highways,
Devoid of both life and hope,
Careening towards the sun,
One that now refuses to set,
With no stars to comfort us,
Who will we look up to,
Navy blue blankets torn to shreds,
Where the night once held comfort,
Now lies only dread.

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Joseph Coco

Joseph Coco

Big haired #Leo who writes about existing as a Queer POC in America. Louisiana Creole. New Orleans. I’m the dramatic southern belle your parents love!

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