Even a microscopic virus petrifies me. I resist this latest design of death with mask and sanitizer. I withstand the horny words that gore me. The waves of temptation pass through my veins: I resist them like an elephant in chains. A headstone of pain reminds me of an aching past. I resist my memory smoldering as the dried dung. I resist the reek with the perfume of poetry. My fresh thoughts strengthen my tires like Kevlar. Summer is sweltering. I resist the drought like a camel. Anxieties flood with the monsoon water. I resist the lunatic weather. Things to be resisted are plenty in the pod of time. 'To live is to resist.' First published in The Literary Hatchet.