by Raminder Mulla


(Many interactions have been irrevocably altered by people’s differing response to the lockdown situation. The below is an exploration of how people on either side of the argument might navigate around these disagreements, while trying to pretend everything is as it once was.)


Friends for while, we dine in a darkened room
From a table made from a corpse.
Let’s lock eyes and ignore the smell.


After all it’ll ruin the taste and we paid so much
For the food.


Let’s talk about nice things
And feign a connection as you take me by the
hand


Down the path to hell.

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