We Will Become Silhouettes

I’ve got a cupboard with cans of food,
filtered water, and photos of you,
and I’m not coming out until this is all over.

I wanted to walk through empty streets
and feel something constant under my feet
but all the news reports recommended that I stay indoors
because the air outside will make our cells divide
at an alarming rate.

And we’ll become
silhouettes when our bodies finally go.

Postal Service