In the early days of viral catastrophe,
before we snapped up all the chicken and the beef
(to keep us in the manner to which we are accustomed)
or the rice and beans and ramen noodle packs
(our oh shit moment)
we cleared the shelves of safeguards
(disinfectant spray, rubbing alcohol, hand sanitizer)
and toilet paper.
When apocalypse first hinted it might get real
we worried not
about our stomachs
but our asses,
flashing Costco cards like birthrights,
piling high the two-ply,
uncleanness
more terrifying a threat than
starvation.
And why not I suppose,
when cleanliness (is close to affluence) is close to godliness is close to holiness is close to salvation.
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