This post is about the Corona Virus

My legs have never been hairier.

(And that’s not a bad thing. It’s a fact that simply exists, like bad politics.)

If there was a hypothetical toilet that could fit me down it, I’ve been flushed multiple times. Like puke after a long night.

And while the stars and sun shine down on me,

I am eclipsed by the knowledge

That there’s probably months to go.

There’s no rest for me. I just get tipsy.