My Covid Hat

My Covid hat had a mask on the side. A mask in the front, a mask in the back. Each mask had a message. Something sassy. Something that said Goodbye 2020. Something to say glad you’ve died 2020. My Covid hat had a syringe on the top. It was loaded with vaccine and a tiny tear drop. The tear drop for Cindy, Harry, Elk Boy and Bean. Four friends I used to have, who will no longer be seen. I have aluminum foil rabbit ears on the top and side. It has a bit of fur, and a headstone for my neighbor Clyde. My Covid hat has a video of six or eight missed games. And another video of a child who calls all his friends names. They do not know, for they have not seen him in weeks. This Covid hat is smirking at me. It has a smell that reeks. A smell of death, medicine, wet contagious droplets in the air. I wear it proudly, but go nowhere, so no one doth care.