Don't Touch Your Face

These untitled, unnumbered poems were composed during the early days of the Covid crisis in the United States and distributed on many mornings via Andrew William Smith's Facebook feed. A year later, they still stand as unfiltered expressions and brief devotions for a world forever in crisis. They are meant to be read in order or out-of-order, one-at-a-time slowly or altogether in one sitting. Take them for what they are and simply enjoy. 

Andrew/Sunfrog 2021

somewhere in middle "Tanasi," on the traditional land of the Cherokee people & the Yuchi tribe, also used or occupied by the Shawnee, Chickasaw, & Muscogee Creek people