the people we keep

blood from a cut on my thumb,
now on a cigarette butt.

I had sex with a woman
who now has Covid,
oh modern (Moderna) love!

Except it ain't love;
it was just fun.

And now I have an out
while pondering poetics
with a cut thumb – 
how it happened 
I have no idea.

Could be a knife.
Could be life.

Unexpectedness keeps
more than people.