Feeling anxious—
about to pop
Everyone is a potential
murderer.
Scared—
I cringe behind my mask
a shield held out
to protect
to distance.
Really, I do not want
to distance.
I want to hug my friends
and family.
Want to take part
of electricity of a crowd.
Want to cheer with others.
Have heard too many sirens,
seen too many grim charts
of Covid—
The monster Covid
The monster crawling
around the world.
Feeling anxious
about to pop.