Lines Written in Quarantine
- this apocalypse is brought to you by Charmin’ and Purell
send out the little canary
see if it returns with a song
of the empty
wasteland gasping for breathe
hung with hoarse voices
singing in the quartiere
- the only way through is prayer and disaster movies
it’s a hard city to live
16 million middle fingers
to the gods who save
by plague a man would be damned
for less
- they forget NYC aint just for white people (or resiliency isn’t where you think)
Juicy blared in Brooklyn
by people who know what broken is
watching flowers bloom iridescent from oil soaked streets
Johnathan Lay is a Black gay Southern Writer now living in New York City pursuing his writing dreams and career goals. He has a BA from Georgia College and State University and an MFA from University of San Francisco. His poetry deals with being gay and being Black and the intersections that collide from being both.