Sonnet composed while waiting for Anaphylaxis
I couldn’t be certain
I wasn’t already sick
and just not snuffling
so I wore my mask.
Every day I took my temperature
to see if it had raised
into the triple-digits
but I remained stubbornly cool.
Today a second dose of mRNA
was injected into my arm
so I will no longer fear
the contaminated air.
Tomorrow I want to feel sick in solidarity
with all you who built your antibodies the hard way.
(Besides the obvious real-life inspiration, this was also for to this week’s Living Poetry Prompt to write a poem containing the words “air”, “certain” and “raise”.)