We could chart our panic attacks and name new star formations. We could make cup and string telephones, or eat black olives off our fingertips. We could secretly meet in the woods and take off all our clothes.
We could slowly burn something like a brisket or a new relationship. We could throw quarters off a cliff, four at a time. We could scream, “Edith Piaf!” at the top of our lungs.
We could make clothing out of postage stamps. We could change religions.
What have you done?
What have you done?
Phil Israels says
I am adding to my vocabulary. Social distancing. Zooming. Wearafuckingmask.