If so I am ready.
Ready to make the inside of this pointless cloth mask snotty, ready to feel sad for myself and the world.
Sad for the children, under attack and undernourished.
Sad for the workers, still unable to shrug off their yokes.
Sad for the women, the queer, the different, the diseased, the forgotten.
Sad for the non-white.
Sad for a world adrift, growing warmer by the year.
Gesundheit.
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