the drugstore
people with their sleeves
rolled up
weary
from the wait.
begging for a shot.
they're online,
they're
at the hospital, banging
on the windows
the doors
they don't want to die.
they want
the needle,
the cure.
they hold up their
babies,
they tear at their clothes.
they show
their id's,
a list of their ailments
and underling
issues with lungs and hearts.
but they can't
get in.
the web site is down,
the doors are closed.
come back tomorrow.
we will let you know.
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