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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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