Poems of Pandemic Days by Alice Curley

Dancing the fine line
Between I do not
Want to bother you
And are you okay
Why does the universal
Surreal shaky sadness
Feel impolite to address
There are no straps on these boots
We should kick them off
In our authentic
United uncertainty
We have no reason
Not to wear our weariness
Like a bronze medal
We deserve to be proud of