Poem: Don’t Touch

By: Pavithra Joseph

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They stood across each other
packed into a train carriage;
separated by others,
unspeaking, looking out,
or into their digital lives.
He looked at her,
letting the veil drop-
so she saw him undress her
in technicolor, in his mind.
She looked at him,
terrified, shrinking, into herself,
and the sea of zombies.

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