For
The
Ability
In
These
Stressful
Times,
To
Cultivate
Tranquility.
Instead,
I mourn
The
Loss
Of
Paper
Goods,
Six
Feet
Away
From
All
I should,
Lest
I fall
Into
A
Deadly
Thrall,
Unable
To
Draw
A
Breath
Without
Risking
Death.
I’m
Ohming
My
Ass
Off
Over
Here,
Avoiding
Useless
Fear,
And
So
Far,
Don’t
Have
Any
Fever
Or
A
Cough.