Your doctor says, “Do not go outside.”
Alarms clang, “Incoming!”
The virus aims right at the target
on your chest,
Until this moment,
you matched a couple of
risk categories,
but theoretical.
Now it’s personal.
Now fear threads through your body.
You learn new habits,
Washing your hands after the toilet,
even though you don't pee on your hands.
Washing your hands before starting to cook,
even though every cooking show’s chef
has always modeled that.
You are alone with your risk categories
wondering
Is covid-19 the name of your death?
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It's National Poetry Month! Poetry is hard, but I keep trying. The pandemic has set my theme for this month. You can sign up for Poem-a-Day and find out about all sorts of online poetry celebrations at the Academy of American Poets website.
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