Heart bulge on every picture and a proposal
in the time of Corona
“With your permission, may I ask you a personal question?”
Sure, I guess.
“Imagine if tonight was the last night of the universe and you were having your last meal, what food would you choose to eat?”
He beams
from screen
in all white linen
lawyer smile
and a biohazard sign:
[I am running a successful startup and I enjoy long walks]
[I love babies]
Something spicy, I say
[The slug in my mouth is hungry]
He said he would have picked a home cooked meal
followed by chocolate
“You know, we are not supposed to wait for the end of the universe to have some great food. We should plan something together sooner than that.
Won’t you agree?”
I agree with this:
I feel like my body is the floor of a place
where you don’t see roaches
but you know they walked on the tiles
and you know the tiles
haven’t been wiped with clorox
I walk my dog
as flickering notifications
from my phone
set the flammable
cotton
in my back pocket
on fire
as my ears turn doggish
perking up
my nose cold and wet
sniffing out the neighbors
“I don’t think the virus is going to be that bad”
“This fucking dude, he’s coughing onto the BART and touching everything and it’s like, dude, have you seen the news? We got a fucking pandemic going on here.”
[I'm inside the beginning stage of an apocalyptic video game]
[only it’s actually a lot more boring]
Graphs and panic
GIFS of fingers tapping
from impatience wrapped in linen