virus is…
a faint red line
a road for a heart to sink into its valley
the language of close quarters
talking shit all day long
lies, breeding lies and half-truths
spiky, sticky, cloying cells
swiping left or right
proving nothing, nothing to lose
breath, breaking on a window shore
disarticulated = parts removed
the dark side of the sun
letting you into the room, on mute
foxglove, dandelion and weed
Frankenstein’s monster, escaping onto the ice
Odysseus, just trying to get home
a genetic wound passed down
an island of disappearances
grief, the hard part of love
burning the witch and the witchfinder general
renting your body out on AirBnB
yawning and laughing
keeping the light on for those who weep fire
stealthy as cancer
a primal poet