I’ve Set My Alarm

for the end

Of this crisis

Someday o’clock.

In the meantime I’m going to sleep through the worst of it.

After all

I did nothing to warrant this mess

This pandemic

I was living my best life

Maybe not actually best but at least very good

Okay fucking adequate.

And along comes doom

Aimed like an arrow at me.

I will draw the shades now

Climb into bed

Pull the covers up

Wake me when it’s over.

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