Isolated War

I look in the mirror more

These isolated months,

Eyes puffy and wet, winsome

Longing for hysteria,

Even among peace.

Sleep’s generally restless,

Struggling, my life story, when

The world goes dark.

But this is the new normal

A face mask fashion frenzy,

Apocalyptic, petrifying —

Well, more so paranoid

In communal space.

As for intimacy or touch,

No longer a vacuous passion

To express desire

But a new peril lost to the web,

A new virus of cyber sex.

Woodrow said 

This is a war to end all wars

But look at us now, ending each other.

Do we die of disease or loneliness?

Neither suffices,

a kiss,

A greeting or a hug

It’s all warfare,

No cure or treaty in sight,

Just a closed door and four walls

The submission of defeat.

Each stranger a prisoner of war

Each loved one a casualty of the same

Breathing through the restriction of your mask.

~R.K. Russell

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