when everyone wears masks
not just the thugs—who can
tell the difference between
bank teller or bank robber?
depends who holds the gun,
i suppose, that’s how it goes
down around town now?
coronavirus makes everyday
an unpaid masquerade
who misses the kisses?
what deprivation of hugs?
if love is to die for then
who can tell the difference
between death by covid or
death from a lonely heart?
carry them out dressed in
hazmat suits—travelers
in wilderness of contagion
Linking to dVerse poets where Sarah offers titles as writing prompt…
a poem in my pocket 
Dec 15, 2020 @ 10:39:32
Yes it seems like this pandemic has made us follow a thug’s dress code!