Read a poem, talk about it, read it again.
Connor and Jack discuss a poem from Seema Yasmin's book "If God Is A Virus." They discuss Yasmin's status as a journalist, poet, and medical doctor; the way she weaves her many areas of expertise together in the poem; and what kind of art might one day represent this period of time.
Read more about Yasmin, here.
Get a copy of "If God Is A Virus" here.
Read more poems from the book, here.
If God Is a Virus By: Seema Yasmin She is vexed. Absolutely done with your shit. God wants to know why you didn't get a flu shot; why her minions made your left lung collapse white out on the X-ray, rack up a six-figure ICU bill when all they wanted was a warm vacation tropical waters, champagne plasma to sip—not to bring about death—not to turn prunes in pleural fluid. No body wants that. God thinks anti-vaxxers have a death wish. Wonders how they eat organic, snort coke and laundry detergent on weekends. Don't they know yogi detox tea is hepatotoxic? God knew Charles Darwin. Clever woman, she said. Who would want your lot extinct?