Shake

This is the last day of the longest month many of us have ever known. I stood in a Soviet line outside a Walgreens, waiting for somebody to exit so I could enter. I paid for my cans of food by pecking a Q-tip on a touchscreen. Mayonnaise is sold out everywhere for self-care reasons. Don’t shake out your dirty laundry, the television says. You might release a viral cloud. Tonight a nightly news anchor broadcasted from his basement because he’s infected now.