This is one of three poems by my friend, Eva Tihanyi, published in the Pandemic Issue of Word City Literary Journal:
THE NEW NORMALWe used to wish for adventure nights,wild urban neon, rebel tales toldin vodka language, beer songs spillingfrom summer windows.Now we long for safe country sleep.But still.There is simmeringand fierce desire.I’m in slow boil,my heart a rogue’s apothecaryof forbidden medicine.Just wait, the hopeful voice says.Wait for it.
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