It’s been awhile since I’ve posted a new poem on here. Figured I’d post one I wrote while thinking about quarantine back in January 2021.
We heard the mist chewing,
which didn’t make sense.
How could mist, vapor,
visible air,
chew anything?
But it was chewing,
gnawing,
devouring
the meat, sinew, bones,
memories, thoughts, fears, anxieties,
of any poor schmuck who had
ventured outside
of the quarantine zone.
