A little sort-of poem I wrote about what it’s like to see people pretending they can go on like normal in the face of nothing being normal
Did you hear about Ms. Parker?
Pop Quiz Parker? No, what?
She died, man.
No kidding? From what? School lunch?
Nah, she got the Rona.
Aw, shit, that’s rough.
Yeah, on a ventilator for a couple of weeks. Someone at church told my mom.
Have you seen the pictures? Lying on their stomach, ass hanging out…
Till they flatline. Don’t know you’re dead. That’s how I want to go.
Yeah, but no time soon, man! It just kills old people.
Bye bye, Boomers! More room for us.
Hey, you wanna meet up? Tiff’s throwing a party.
Tomorrow. I’m going to the beach to meet friends today, then pizza with my cousins after.
TIff’s hot! Maybe she’s got a friend for you.
For me? Why don’t I get her?
Too much for you to handle, bro!
Yeah, well, maybe she’ll have two friends for me. Double down!
Hey, don’t forget to wear a mask—all day at the beach!!!!!
Yeah, right, like that’s gonna happen. Text me Tiff’s address.
I’ll see you there.