Self Isolation

By Alexander Galdamez

Normally something done to protect others
 A sacrifice of the mind,
 the vanguard for the flesh

 Warmth dissipates into the swath of a
 room’s thrashing fan
 Connections cut, wi-fi strong
 zero notifications
 Voices traveling on waves
 that your radio cannot pick up

 The virus leaves
 but bonds remain tattered
 Healing balms only work on skin
 Burnt bridges do not stand again
 not in the same way or with the same material

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