Don't Touch Your Face: poems from a pandemic

These untitled unnumbered poems were composed during the early days of the Covid crisis in the United States and distributed on many mornings via Andrew William Smiths Facebook feed. A year later they still stand as unfiltered expressions and brief devotions for a world forever in crisis. They are meant to be read in order or out-of-order one-at-a-time slowly or altogether in one sitting. Take them for what they are and simply enjoy. Andrew/Sunfrog 2021somewhere in middle Tanasi on the traditional land of the Cherokee people & the Yuchi tribe also used or occupied by the Shawnee Chickasaw & Muscogee Creek people