Conspiracy theories bubblewrap the vaccine’s debut during the third lockdown.  Chatter of alien DNA and big bro trackers make my mind up: I want  the jab.  Stardust courses through my veins and  I never know which universe I’m in.  Besides, Pan is a hungry god and I don’t want to be lunch.

a black moon
in Medusa clouds . . .
longing for darkness

Marilyn Ashbaugh