I had
no sign no angels
warning me
just Satan himself
courting me
ordering
thinking
This beautiful life's
rewarding me!
me
me
horribly bordering a drunk and disorderly
currently imploring virality of spirituality
I hear them saying
we ought to be quarantined
for unseen mistakes
exploring these train-station streets late
wincing at these morbidly boring estates

Don't tell me things could be worse.
They are, for someone else, somewhere else.