• Paul David Adkins

COVID Monologue 2: The Act of Smiling in a Mask

It’s lovely to wear a mask, in that, who orders me:

C’mon, baby! Smile with your eyes!

Who claims this baby-blue cotton lid adds to what they think is my beauty?

The elastic bands go

great with those earrings!

My glasses are fogged with nothing but the heat of my breathing.

All those smiles I’ve stored – wipes in the pantry, bleach under the sink, toilet paper, toilet paper, white and white and tight like fists.




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