Toritto hunkering down playing with his new phone. Hair is growing!
Dangerously close that shopper next to me
in this communal space at a grocery
Does she not sense I am unhinged
by the air itself now perilous to breathe?
Awake at night tempest tossed
Is that my senses or my body burning?
My mind playing tricks, the world askew
or a fear irrational, the dread of you?
So rub and scrub
’till the skin peals off
a thing so unclean as to numb all thought
filling us with fear
Doubt is tapping in your brain
like a branch on a darkened window pane
playing with your mind; scrub again.
A storm is passing as we all know
hard times come and hard times go
while thunder and the darkest night
are simply heralds of morning’s light
for past the moment comes rebirth
the sun returns to warm the earth
dawn will come, we have survived
the plague has ended, let’s go outside.