before, long nights such as these,
times when you feel like banging
your head against the wall,
we'd try to escape our misery
and seek refuge in loud places
among unfamiliar faces
peering through the hazy cigar smoke
sip our drinks and engage in solitary thoughts
or strike a conversation with strangers
strangers who will solicit drinks from us
those nights are gone
the nights are filled with thugs in blue
and curfew
we are stuck dark things
like grumpy wives
and thoughts
and walls
and several unlived dreams
the night howlers scream
but no one hears their screams
because coronavirus rules the air
the seas, and the scenes
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