Don’t Test Me (I’m ‘Merican)

ER lady

Telling me

“You ain’t sick enough”

“You ain’t been to China”

“Just self-quarantine”

Was to 8 international airports

In ten days

Spiked a fever

Had trouble breathing

Coughing around the clock

For five straight days

Department of Health Lady

Telling me

“Just monitor your symptoms”

“Go to the E.R. if distressed”

“Drink water, get rest”

Don’t test me

I’m ‘Merician

Got bad insurance

And no friends

In high places

Ain’t no COVID-19

Here or here or here

‘Cause no testing goin’ on

Ain’t nothing to see

We ‘Mericans have nothing

To fear but foreigners

And them their flu

Don’t test me

I’m ‘Merican

I got God on my side

And the world

In my back pocket!

This (Is Not My Crossing Over)

Lungs that ached

another snot-filled head

sleep that ached

as COVID-19

fucked fucked and fuckedw/me

Houston became

hellnight after hellnight

after hacked sputum went

from clear2foamy2angry green

this is not my crossing over

who the fuck

do u think i am2 lie here

on a soaked matress

and have u squeeze life outta me

like some living toothpaste tube

this not the end of my touch

of my fight

of my laughter

even though my ribs ache

and my face looks like death

fuck u and u and u a thousand

times

can u hear my laughter

neath my wheezing?

the sun still warms my face

and tans my naked ass

copyright 2020: all rights reserved.

photo: post-apocalyptic hot tub (Lewisburg, 3/20)