Monday, December 27, 2021


Perhaps this virus
isn't just trolling us;

perhaps, like an 
overtaxed capitalist or 
reformed absent father, 

it's touring us 
by the millions, 

desperate to find 
the consummate 
picturebook vacation home—

a respite from the cold 
of its walking-
dead existence, 

a substitute 
for the warm hearth
(pathetic as that is).

And perhaps, 
minute after minute, 
its zombie hopes 
are dashed afresh, 

as it checks in 
to another one,

kicks off its shoes
in a bid to relax, 

and takes a blithe 
look around—
only to find 

it's got nothing 
but clones 
of itself to spend 
time with.