The fabric’s stale and hot with breath,
slightly damp and beginning to chafe,
but alluring with its pattern of pink,
full-petalled and sensitive to touch.
The eyes do it, dark depths above
the matching mask. In a moment
of pandemic madness they come
together, flower on flower, blossom
into a kiss without lips, and he slips
his longing into her heated breath.
Kim M. Russell, 6th May 2020
Magaly greets us from New York City where, she says, things have been quiet, ‘except at 7 in the evening, when most New Yorkers follow in the steps of Spain, Italy and the U.K.’ and cheer for the heroes risking the front lines of the pandemic.
Magaly says that some good things have sprouted out of these horrible times, one of which is inspiration to create all sorts of arts, which is why she has invited us to birth new poetry or prose inspired by Pandemic Street Art from around the world. For inspiration, she offers pieces borrowed from Atlas Obscura’.