Pox/Pax

That was the last time I saw either of the neighbors, or the friend, and just after that, the signs started dotting the windows like a strange political pox.

We’d been standing twelve or so feet apart, unmasked, and for a few moments, the world had seemed normal. For a few moments, we’d forgotten it wasn’t.

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Paula J. Lambert is a literary and visual artist from Columbus, Ohio. www.paulajlambert.com

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Paula J. Lambert

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Paula J. Lambert is a literary and visual artist from Columbus, Ohio. www.paulajlambert.com

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