1.14.21 - The Land of COVID and Insurrection 

Recalled fragments, thought by spider thread 
An anxious cursor blinks, retyped a dozen times 
NRP echoes unread love letters ‘tween tense 
Headlines that dim a frigid sky soon and sooner

The oven never heats, yet it spews sour flame 
Pizzas burned in minutes or never thawed. 
Woken from a cold dusk haze by bell tones 
From one masked, forced smile to another

Twelve more minutes on a cracked screen timer 
Fifty degrees higher, listen to the hollow hiss 
Who was within six feet for fifteen minutes 
Thirty six hours past. Fear, yet hope, for fire