Pandemic Dermatology
After too much time (even masked)
with too many people (even masked)
one wearing an obtrusively expensive watch
with a Trump - make america great again patch
sewn clumsily onto his camouflage backpack
one a spry old man in beret and jazz shoes
who demands to hear
his biopsy results in our uncomfortable presence
(at the word malignant we all cringe)
the dermatologist through the plastic helmet that protects
me from him and him from me
pronounces me healthy and well
and I walk out breathing the good air
grateful that my skin, what holds all of me together,
is still on my side.
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