I won't be coming home quite as soon as once thought. I have found a place where they really like me; a place like no other. Instead of being shunned and despised, like most places, I'm invited to everything: parties, picnics, and parades, my neighbors even welcome me with open arms. Suffice-to-say, I finally feel like I belong and plan to stay a while in this country.
Your Son, Covid-19 Coronavirus, III
Note: this was written as a satirical health warning, and not in an attempt to make light of this deadly virus that has taken far too many lives
I am daylight of a dissolving stay in Paris looking over wrought-iron dreams peering through baroque and promises at the ransom note written on a sleeping **** sunbather's ****-cheeks where it reads: "...our marriage was nothing more than a foxhole to you." ~