You Can’t Expect Me Not To Write This Poem After What You Tweeted

And once more, I am being told what I need to write about. How my love poems in the time of Corona make you sick, if only eyes could stray – imagine. We know the world is dying but so are we. Humans are chaotic – always have been, always will be reading stars like news, putting our ears to the ground, waiting for the next avalanche to dig ourselves out from.   But while we wait,   I’ll put …

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