Of milk and honey and the immortality quest

On the lintel

above your door

scotch tape copies

of vaccinations.

Pray the angel of death

passes over and

the blood red sea doesn’t

flood your lungs.

Near the light switch

by the door hang a mask

to wear when you go

hiking in the wilderness.

Gather your belongings

buy a house in the promised land

before frogs and locust

consume you in the darkest of days.

Kiss the sticky note

of holy safety protocols

on the door frame when

you walk among unbelievers.

5-15-21