Plague
Im sitting in my house and weighing the options.
If I go out, I may get sick, but I have a death wish anyway so bring it on.
If I stay in this house any longer I am going to turn into Jack Nicholson.
I want to see my boy,
curl up in the backseat in his arms and match my breath to his.
Honestly?
I don't care if I die,
I just want to see the person I love.
Does that sound dramatic?
I know he feels the same.
Ugh.
The timing of this virus is absolute shit.
This poem is about:
Me