longing for good donuts

(those first pandemic days)

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maybe letters.
text messages.
exchanges on
we chat. they

know. like we
know what hip
hop song just
dropped. we

should be watching
them carefully, taking notes.
masked up everywhere
as if those things

are mood rings, yo yo’s
rubik’s cube. it’s
coming. like
a nuclear bomb

cloud in that
movie, ‘on the
beach.’ some others
angrily watch

them though.
then tell
everyone who
to hate. i surf

the internet
looking to buy
masks. the
stores here have

nothing. there were
never more than
a few anyway.
just like there