Photography © Edward S. Gault
low hanging mask fruit
I was putting out tins
when he passed,
his mask hanging around his chin.
excuse me sir, I stopped him.
can you put your mask over
your mouth and nose please?
why? he said.
well, why wear it on your chin? I asked him.
you protecting your goatee?
his face –
that clearly visible face of his –
he couldn’t think of a witty response,
so he just told me to fuck off
but then he carried on walking down
the tins and condiments aisle
with a swagger
he had indeed verbally bested me
and when I tested positive
the following week
I had to suppose
Paul Tanner: “I got long covid, moved jobs and flat … last few years are a blur, mates. Aren’t they all, though?”
Edward S. Gault is a poet and fine arts photographer living in Brighton, Massachusetts. His work has appeared in Oddball Magazine, Spectrum, Wilderness House Literary Review, Interlude, Currents, and Encore.