The Virus, It Spreads
Quietly soaking in the soft blue light from the television,
The comforter ripples in motionless heat from two bodies.
Fingers are curled into fists at their moist hips.
Words aren’t spoken or whispered or even mouthed,
As they betray each other with viral fluids
Obtained from preceding partners.
One in a bathroom stall at Dunkin Donuts
The other in a two-star motel on Rt. 73.
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