Into the Third Week

The only thing outside now

is the virus

dying slowly

the attempt of one virus

to kill another

futile, this time

 

the antidote was simple in the end

inactivity and isolation

which led to my daughter cutting my hair

into a mohawk

followed by nail polish

I chose purple

lipstick

I chose black

 

my face was painted

a spider on one cheek

a flower on the other

a red lightning bolt on one temple

blue star on the other

a purple spiral on my forehead

 

I wear a hoodie emblazoned

with a taco and nacho arguing

"Wanna taco 'bout it?"

"It's nacho business!!"

shorts

and Aquaman boot-slippers

from morning ‘til night

these are bad days

these are good days