Skeleton [So after a year undercover wind feels air-]

So after a year undercover wind feels air-

kissed fresh obscene on unmasked skin my face all

eek don’t look at me.       The new style of summer’s bare-

lipped        & everywhere faces display

eager & flagrant         a stampede of

transgressions. Sky-air hits mouth-skin like

orgasmic. Seems they’ll let us live again &

now all over this city the street fever resumes.