under lockdown law, divinely,
everyone is a cripple now
on the surface of our brains
a varicose vein is hatching
enclosed is the name of the skeletoniser.
its voice is an induced coma.
this new germ makes useless eaters of us all
but you don't know what it costs.
in the fallout bunker, netflix streaming
masturbating instead of taking your lexapro.
the winged eye & the angel of the shattered face
consecrate your night sweats
when you wake to a notification, tinder
has a new video chat feature for you
"Who knew the apocalypse would be so boring?"
I won't bother telling you again
I go into the backyard for the first time in weeks
two pigeons fight on my back fence
I turn my face away & say "this is not an omen"
the skeletoniser moves in our blood
like a termite in out house,
not knowing its name we call it anything else
migraine, sleep, newsfeed, death.
who will catch the mountain cutters now
to obliterate the stone months
the time between texts is a chokeholder
how to die of plague in the morning
& still get the laundry done
this poem does not belong to me and I can not remember the author
andulkaphoto
2087
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