my first virtual crush
feels too real to be true –
isolation induced entertainment
still I pray to the moon
end this pandemic soon
so we can make the travel arrangement
coronavirus
donuts
poetry’round and ’round the world it goes
a hug –> a kiss –> a pinch of the nose
the virus, kneaded, rises and grows
dead bodies sprinkle the glaze
oh me, oh my, i’m not ready to die
i’ve sanitized, i’ve washed – my skin is so damn dry
my gods, my guides, please ease my troubled mind
soften the sword and the spade
tolu speaks 