with a trip of the tonguenew leaves
full dress rehearsalfor an extinction event—this masquerade ball
flattening curve—if you almost see the ground,shed the parachute
event horizonhe is the pupilof his eye
viral news—it's the little thingsthat matter
not to be sneezed ata dead endmade out of mist
first born cullbehind blood-stained doorswe eat lamb
within my bubblesealing the isolationsound of water
at seventymy breath becomessuperfluous
black as deathcrow's song of itselfgoes viral
Palm Sundaythe debt collectorswring their hands
how Love in the Time of Choleraplays out
Palm Sundaythe resounding hosannassounding less hollow
wet marketa pangolin's distressgoes viral
wherever it fallsa wordwithout a voice
asymptomatica newcomer showers uswith syllables