I stare wall-eyed.
A man stoops on the sidewalk outside our corner liquor store. Spare change? “Sorry.” (my standard answer)
CNBC squawks on about moral hazard. Dodges income inequality.
Virus pricing. Wally & I walk away with two-twenty dollar bottles of liquid protection. The uneven-ness of it all not lost on (us).
Invasion (of). Body snatchers. An elderly woman. Large trash bag wrapped around her head shopping. Is she breathing? Corona tessellation six apart. Common sense. We’re waiting for it to reappear. April fools, twenty twenty.
Clean.
We thought we were.
Vinegar & water on the floor.
Baking soda streaks of bleach.
Is the virus leaking?
Out.
