By Elijah O’Donnell
I don’t trust anymore.
I can’t leave my floor without awkwardly jamming my elbow into the button,
I can’t exit the bus without first pulling my sleeve over my hand,
I can’t wear my sweater again after that until I disinfect the whole arm,
Because I don’t trust it anymore.
I can’t leave my apartment for fear me and my roommate get sick,
I can’t tell my roommate about the sore throat I woke up with for fear of his sharp words in return,
I can’t leave my room for fear of my roommate leaving home and me alone here,
Because I don’t trust it anymore.
I have to wash my food and food prep area 6 times over,
I have to risk my health anytime I want a snack,
I have to lift my mug just as the last drop runs down the side towards the table,
Because I don’t trust it anymore.
