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On discussing pandemic life

Routines,
  vices,
  cleaning supplies,
  bubbles.

That kid at the supermarket checkout --
he's been buddies with my boys since first grade
once a little cutie pie
now a young man
navigating senior year in a pandemic
and I'm just so sad for all of them
Do kids hold hands in hallways any more?
Do they make out in the band room closet?
-- anyway, I digress --
That damn kid,
I'm actually jealous of his gorgeous blue
long-lashed camel eyes
because
he looks good in a mask.

Routines and vices
 the wiping and washing
 the distance
the cursed distance
  the lack of bodily contact

One of these days
we're all going to
finally lose our shit
bust out of our homes
press our bodies into each other's
personal spaces
and happily die
in one big coughing phlegmy orgy
A big bang of shared bodily fluids
until we all choke on our own lungs
what a
glorious
warm
feverish
carnal
corporeal
human
way to go

Humanity has fucked everything up anyway
the planet is probably better off without us.
Written by brokentitanium (k.)
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