Biological Warfare
Pandemic Poetry
I’ve contracted the virus,
yet I remain asymptomatic.
I’ve become an ignorant weapon
of breath and blood,
I creep close
and share my love,
spanning social distances
with simple kisses
placed wet on cheeks
during embraces and hello’s.
I shake hands and smile
with every man
wearing that red MAGA hat,
I go to church
and fill my lungs with prayer,
inhaling deep
the scent of songbooks
strangers’ perfumes and sun,
find me at the post office
sealing envelopes with my spit,
find me at the grocery
testing the firmness
of the fruit, handling every
ripened avocado,
find me at the gunshop
sneezing into a stack
of form 4473's
if you’ve shared memes
or links to blogs
calling coronavirus
nothing but the next big liberal hoax,
Rush Limbaugh laughing
at a world gone mad
over the common cold,
don’t be surprised to find me
knocking on your door,
I just want to talk
about how right you are.
