One day folds into the next and I am disoriented by so much time, so little time At night, my dreams are haunted by face masks, germs and nasal swabs. What time is it now? Sometimes I think how much I will age before my…
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
One day folds into the next and I am disoriented by so much time, so little time At night, my dreams are haunted by face masks, germs and nasal swabs. What time is it now? Sometimes I think how much I will age before my…