Checking Out of School In 2020

I wear my ugly sky glue paper because of the work mandate It reminds no one of a pretty summer or spring day believe me Warm sweat droplets under my nose slide into my mouth I have been capsulated into a self-imposed mini sauna Hot vibrant blue wrinkled latex-free gloves suppress my hands Making no easy task of the things I have to do to get checked out This is May eighteenth of twenty twenty, in full swing of pandemic panic. This school check out for the summer is surreal; a nightmare Fog steams up my glasses as I take a deep warm foggy breath. Not seeing this mess is almost as terrific as seeing. I put my head down and begin to work, packing up an office I have not been to for over nine weeks; coronavirus be damned!