It has been some time [that]

I no longer read books at night

I do not disturb

the sleep of any paper

I no longer continually whisper

with objects

After this

Between coffee and the afternoon cigarettes

I do not convene [any] meetings

with my mind.

I entrust only words

to the editing of objects

My head no longer

falls asleep

on the chest of any poem

After this

I won’t become disorientated by sloppy words

I listen;

The words are coughing.

Scattered viruses

Are spread in the bookshop

I know;

This illness

is contagious!

I am not vaccinated!