#6ftapart

my heart pounds like

my fists in this sour dough

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running, tripping down the spiral staircase - 

I can’t. I won’t. I have to though,

or else the bills are fucked.

I just can’t breathe

imagining

the 6 foot distancing

in the lines I will stand in to

get my head checked and declare my travel

“Have you been outside the country?”

“Are you feeling ok?”

“Where is your mask?”

waiting again.

for the elevator.

with a roll of red tape in hand

to mark a circumference of safety

around my chair in the office

for what? but really think though...

for FUCKING WHAT?

It’s very simple.

to return the power

to my boss and his boss and his

and do the same work I’ve been doing from home

in isolation and safety

for the last 3 months now.