Nothing is Open
Do you remember?
When we left our doors unlocked
For our friends to drift in like a breeze
Cool, sweet air flowing through our houses
As invisible as it was clean?
When our minds and hearts, now exhausted and barricaded
Were left unguarded but not endangered
By the possibility of a foreign perspective?
Now they exist mostly in echo chambers
To insulate and filter
Much like a mask over the face
But what of our eyes, still exposed?
Blinded by the rush of it all
Blinded by the harsh interior light of the refrigerator
As we rummage for midnight snacks
Carefully picking out the untouched berries
Amidst the splotches of mold
Lest we get sick
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Oh my.
This is so good!