Poem, Food, Covid, Grimdark
Iron In Lung
May 24, 2024
this year there will be fifty-two dinners
minus those dinners we didn’t think to start
having decided, somehow, despite plague
to see each other a few more times
before surrendering our condition
sweet-stuffed, sick, uninsured
law-breakers, each of us
not paying to not pay for not paying
but sharing between us our conclusion
in raised glasses and sweet relapse
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