Anonymous Socializing
The feeling of my gray silk-soft sheets on my dirty back
Sleep reminded me of the comfort I felt with a light-blue mask
Over my face. A layer of material that became the new and original social
Construct that everyone seemed to simultaneously follow. Has everyone become anonymous or have I just gone mental?
Something as simple as a stain-filled mask set off the new and improved main factor in our political
Beliefs. And the thin white string behind my ears happened to be more independent than the decision of whether or not to quarantine
Memories of when I used to dance in snack-filled ailes which quickly turned to empty supermarket halls lined with dirty white LED lights
A mask that converted itself into a blindfold that forbid us of seeing everything but our homes
Thoughts of us and questions like will I ever see her again?
Or him
Or them
Or the teacher I used to hate
Will I ever see anyone again?
Or am I forever stuck anonymously socializing online.
-- Maria Mejia