Pandemic

Did you ever stagger to the bathroom,
so half asleep, that you don't know if it's a dream?
This is that. It's a slow fog creepin' in, as you drive,
so spaced out that when you park
you don't know how you arrived.
How did I get here?

(dissociate)

This is that. You don't know if you're alive.
But commute, cough, telecommute, mask, hide
at least we might survive---this.
It's never-ending. It's that perpetual pause.
It's that eventual breath-in and sigh-out.
Ok, now withdrawing, it's tired gnawing.
Have you ever felt that? This is that.