Poems exploring whether or not we create our world, through reflections past and current .
He trims his beard with a lighter;
clips his words like ransom notes.
If everything is anything,
he knows better than he hopes.
shuttle shuttle shuttle
Out comes one needle,
and in goes another.
He's not a savior if he finds the cure.
He's just the happiness ever after.
shuffle shuffle shuffle
He's your tomorrow if you swallow
pill after pills that hollow
your sense and delights.
You're stuck with you and him
stutter stutter stutter
Shank every code you've known;
those nodes no longer cast in stone.
Even the air is up in the air.
Throw your hands up like you don't care.
mutter mutter mutter
He's got a date with a test kit.
He's the one who never gets it.
Raise a toast to his insistence
that he was never contagious.
but he is but he is but he is
If he is you and you are me,
do you see why we're quarantined?
It's easier to see when he's not among us
that he's not just carrying;
he's the virus.