she wipes. he cleans.
the mask is on.
the gloves.
the shoes.
she's got the sprays,
the gels,
a bottle of rubbing
alcohol.
she's a germaphobe
to the nth
degree.
don't touch me, she
says.
don't come near me.
stay behind the glass.
the door.
the wall.
and this was before
the end of the world began.
now she lives in a sealed
tight can.
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