First day back at work.
Everyone is jabbed. I know this.
I’m the last with just one shot in my arm
But I still made everyone wear masks, as
It is understood that everyone adheres
To the needs of the least comfortable.
This is something we have learned
That I hope we remember in the After Times.
The masks feel like safety
Not from the virus
But from the contact
From the faces that I’m not used to seeing.
A final barrier
To inoculate me from interaction.
I came home after six hours
Ears ringing from too many people
Than I’m used to seeing in one place
Has it only been a year?
I feel like they sucked
all the oxygen
The vaccinated, safe oxygen
The masked, protected oxygen
The crowded, cacophonous oxygen
Out of the room
for the dverse prompt of 4/8/21: the body, and
Plague series #60. I think this means I’m done.