Around Every Virus There's a Silver Lining
She stood silently outside a Home Depot store.
In an endless serpentine Wuhan flu line.
Like everyone else, most of her face was masked.
Except for her forehead and around her eyes.
Which were covered in clusters of skin tags.
Magically, beauty and the color of our skin didn't matter.
Sliced from the social equation by a globe-trekker devil.
On the outside, we all became equal and beautiful.
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.
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