How Do I Use Thee, Mask?
A pandemic parody of Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Sonnet 43 "How do I love thee?"
How do I use thee? Let me count the ways.
I use thee to the depth and breadth and height
My face can reach, when breathing out of sight
When I cannot maintain a six-foot space.
I use thee to the level of every day's
Most germy need, by sun and moonlit night.
I use thee freely, as men strive to fight;
I use thee purely, as eyeglasses haze.
I use thee with the passion put to use
In my relief, and with my doctor's faith.
I use thee with a zeal I seemed to lose
With my last fears. I use thee with the breath,
Coughs, sneezes of all my life; and, if law choose,
I shall use thee even after death.
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This parody has previously been posted on my personal blog and Medium account. For Browning's poem, click here.
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