Survivor's Guilt on 1000

Sort of.  It’s a new feeling.  I can’t

quite place it. I don’t have a name

for it yet, but it’s the same vibe

from yesterday, but bigger

and redder and more prickly.

Like a key lime turned into a dragon fruit. 

Are you even quarantining

if you don’t have a family member

compulsively texting you the rona updates?

I have two homies in the hospital.

They’re healthy.  They’re young.

If your mentor didn’t call to say

he wasn’t going to take as many trips

around the sun are you even a good son?

They got drive through testing thingies here.

The line of cars/cares is really long.

A spaceman swipes the inside of your nose

and emails you the results

so you know what you have.