it could be worse
i could be stuck in a little apartment
no way to pass by like two cars in a street
avoiding the one person i'm allowed to interact with face to face
wishing it were the one person i'd be happily stuck with
instead it's being glad i have a place to be alone when everyone is yearning to be together
turning slowly nocturnal to match schedules
and being reprimanded for self isolating
"it doesn't apply to me"
doors locked, music humming though the air to simulate somewhere else
what counts as cohabitation
same house, both alive, sitting to eat saying nothing
it's hard to interact with someone who has always been farther away than six feet
waiting for quarantine to end so that goes back to feeling natural
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garbage bin explicitly for my poetry
Poetrythis is gonna be an area where i can stash my "poems" heads up y'all these are all from different times in my life- sometimes i'll post really old poems with no editing, or like the first stanza is from forever ago and i added on, or its old but i...
