Plague Poems on Nostr: As we stood in line the masked woman in front of me looked back at my masked face and ...

As we stood in line
the masked woman
in front of me looked back
at my masked face
and politely asked:
“surveillance, smoke,
or sickness?”
and though I probably
should have thought
of a nuanced response
instead, I just nodded,
and with a laugh
she nodded back.