PANDEMIC by Sharon Lee Snow

Cut the paper. Cut
the sections, the days
lose them one
by one, until no
letters remain. Cut
the neighbors, watch
them blurred behind
the glass. Walk
the loneliness
of a city emptied, a
modern Pompeii. Leave
your footprint in
ash. Your hand
upraised—you look
Song burned
on lips, trapped
in the slow stuttered
breath behind
your mask.
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