Viral U.G.

Once
he
gets
into
your
system
there's
no
getting
him
out.
"You're
a
goner."
"Find
the
highest
tree
with
the
shortest
rope."
And
we
were
doing
so
well,
really
making
it
in
the
world
just
wanting
a
little
pretend
change
nothing
too
traumatic.
Now
we
can't
get
rid
of
him
he's
everywhere
lurking
behind
our
every
thought
stripping
us
to
the
gills
(and
we
thought
we
had
lost
everything).
Happy
contagion
so
we
go
down
kicking
and
screaming.
Still,
it's
Love's
own
feast
gnawing
our
entrails.
Our
bones
may
quake
in
fear
crushed
to
the
limits
of
our
capacity
not
to
let go.
Still
the
joyous
horror
of
this
moment
we
would
not
give up
for
forty
worlds.
How
could
we
possibly
go
back
even
if
we
could
and
we
can't—
no
penicillin
ever
made
can
ever
cure
us
of
this
strange
affliction
loving
us
free.