Kyle Marler of Flatsitter, an AV artist collective which specializes in virtual environments, was kind enough to solicit a poem from me for his P/P/E series in response to our current crisis. Please check it out! I’ll include the full text of the poem below:

Pandemic

The world has become
contagious with us.
The parade passing on Queen St.
paused, still. The confetti
now litter. Our president broadcasts
from his snowglobe to assert:
we will never run out of masks.
Poor pharaohs, we
wrap ourselves in toilet paper;
our servants wear surgical gloves
in this new afterlife
where everything’s remade
more imaginary
and more real.