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Oct 8
I would travel
the world
like it was breath
so normal -- so easy
surrounded by strangers
all inhaling and exhaling
in confined buses
trains - planes
we'd sit next to each
other share arm rests
spoke about our homes
like they were eggs
fragile and prepared -
something left behind
dishes in a sink - nothing.
Now my room is my world
finger nails crumbling from the
hand sanitizer - masks like flags
of obsure dictatorships
wait for me at my door
for my trips to
the recycling bin
to the market and
back inside again.
Eleo C Nora
Written by
Eleo C Nora  Windsor
(Windsor)   
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