2022, Day Book, Ohio River Valley Literature, poetry, spring

illness in the post-lockdown age

avoid eye contact (that space above where masks used to hide our razor teeth) then

to swab or not to swab, this is the question:
whether tis better to know it is the Rona
or, gambling with the odds like a drunk
driving home from the bar and with faith
in our personal research skills

manage to dodge again

this is not our parents’ fear but something more dated when razor teeth were treated simply

as a demonic symbol, pulled bloody and burned

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everyday words, fiction, microfiction, Ohio River Valley Literature, plague years

of signs n rumors of signs

Outside of Murfreesboro at a truck stop. I paid cash for an Apple Danish and an ill-advised ham and turkey sandwich. The woman at the checkout was complaining about the lack of spare change. I told her about the quarter shortage and how no one is spending it, and how a lot of businesses moved to cashless payments. She shook her head and said “Lord yes. It’s true. That’s in the Bible.” She told me to be careful as I left. She was very earnest.

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