Love in the time of Corona

By Krystal Lambert

When debating topics for my article this month, I kept hitting a brick wall within my psyche. The last few months have been both destructive and formative to my mental health, as I’m sure it has been for all of us. I felt I needed to commemorate this period of my time with something raw and artistic, something cathartic. Preaching the blunders of late stage capitalism in the wake of Corona can hold for another day, I needed to be a human with feelings. I felt my mind drawing a comparison between the horrors of a pandemic and the toxicity of a romantic relationship formed out of fear. The fear of going through this all alone.

 

Love in the time of Corona

You should have stayed home
But I reasoned it was too late
I was infected
You were contagious
So we holed ourselves away
In a damp dark brick coffin
Our noses running from the cold
Our blood poisoned with fever
You shouldn’t have walked me home
Took your mask off
To kiss me in the street
Our limbs grew sore
Our hearts fell weak
You shouldn’t have played
Those songs for me
You should have stayed home
Left me alone
I should’ve known
You were insincere
It was all a hoax
The symptoms were there
But I was too sick to care
The fear of death
The fear of dying
The fear of dying alone
You should have just stayed home

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