April Distance brings May Existence

I cannot taste, I cannot smell
I cough, I wheeze, I look like hell
I want to pedal, but do I dare
I lose my breath fro here to there
I will not tell my mom or bro
Media's got them full of woe
This virus makes me sad and blue
But oh so grateful NO ICU
The bf delivers provisions to my door
He's making sure I'm not on the floor
Virus reminds me of a barnyard dance
Two steps back now let's advance
Confident my essential hat I will resume
Until then...
It's fluids,
 C,
Zinc and Zoom