Realism in the Age of Covid

Okay, I’m not laughing

I am sick of being by myself, also

sick of myself —

even in the best of times

which this is not —

but I conclude that being sick

of myself is better

than being sick.

I do remember however

when I was younger

I wanted to sleep with a man who confessed

he had the clap —

I told him I didn’t care —

so we made love.

I got the clap.

Just saying.

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