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Poems in a pandemic

She said,feels weird to poemin these took me a while to replytill these words floated in my headpoems are windows to the worldSo i poem-ed for herpoems are ducts of sunlightamidst the dampness of fearpressure valves that force oxygenthrough closed doors & clamped chestsoxy-poems be like oxy-metersprescribe & provide at leisureThey are pockets ofContinue reading “Poems in a pandemic”