Perhaps this poem should be entitled “Pandemic Paranoia.” Now that we’re sort of coming out of the isolation, I’m recalling some of the crazy thoughts that entered my head at the height of my pandemic panic—thoughts that make absolutely no sense today. Or maybe never did.
I wrote this during that time.
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