Poem of the Week-Beam Me Up

Blue paper masks

Soak up the beams

Through the double pane

Bathroom windows

Eating the sneezing

Parking trees

Gnawing away the viral load

Attached to

Tiny hairs growing on my nose

Waiting to be tweezed

Lungs heaving deep

Meditative breaths

No smiles to the maskless

Roaming beauties

Only the green pigmented iris


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