Poems of Pandemic Days by Alice Curley

Small flecks of silver
In my slightly too long hair
Are a reminder
Of how fast it all happened
Numbers ticking up
Increased social distancing
Strict safety guidelines
Inequality unmasked
Will the immediacy
Of quickly cut checks
Grant him a slick pair of gloves
For his blood stained hands
Psychologists say
To stop listening to the news
Limit social media
I cannot oblige
Otherwise I am haunted
By a fear of going blind